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Copyright, 1882, by J. B. Lippincott <fc Co. 





LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


CHAPTER I. 

A CHEERY wood fire crackles in the wide-mouthed 
fireplace of the Baroness Derenberg’s room, giving a 
friendly and home-like air to the apartment and all its 
old-time appurtenances. A young girl of scarce four- 
teen years sits in one of the deep window recesses 
peering out into the fading twilight of the short winter 
day ; her delicate profile is sharply defined against the 
light background of the window; her slender hands 
are clasped together, and her thoughts are evidently 
wandering far away. 

Mamma,” says she then suddenly, turning a head 
of light curly locks to the pale lady who is sitting by 
the fireside knitting, — mamma. Army is again staying 
unaccountably long in grandmamma’s room ; we shall 
not be able to go to the mill, and we should have been 
there before this. Army has only eight days’ furlough, 
and four have already past. He promised for certain to 
go with me to-day, — what will Lottie think of his not 
yet having been there ?” 

The young girl, at these words, arose and approached 

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her mother ; there was an expression of ill humor and 
impatience upon the childlike face. 

Be patient, Nelly,’’ answered the mother, patting 
the glowing 5ieek of her daughter. You know, if 
grandmamma wishes Army to stay, he must remain as 
long as she says ; she has much to talk over with him. 
Practise patience, my dear. It is so necessary for this 
life. Now light the lamp, for you know there are still 
various articles among Army’s linen to be finished.” 

The slender girlish figure with the still childlike 
form glided almost noiselessly over the tiled floor, and 
soon the lamp lighted the room, which now appeared 
doubly friendly in its old-fashioned and yet comfort- 
able arrangement. The baroness, too, arose and took 
a seat at the large round table. The light from the 
*lamp now fell upon a pale, interesting countenance, 
on which trouble had plainly engraved many lines. 

Her little daughter opposite bore her features ; at 
this moment the blue eyes under the long lashes bright- 
ened, for a firm, elastic step sounded without in the cor- 
ridor. Presently the door of the room opened and a 
handsome young officer entered. The glowing beams 
of youthful happiness were reflected in his countenance. 
Nelly hastened to meet him. Dear Army, how nice 
that you have come ! Now we can still go to the mill,” 
said she, raising herself on tiptoe and coaxingly throw- 
ing her arms around Army’s neck. I will quickly 
get my hood and cloak, for we must not tarry long ; 
they have supper punctually at the mill.” 

She was about to run off joyfully. Nelly,” called 
the young man, placing his hand upon her shoulder, 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 5 

no more of that ! It — it is no longer becoming for 
us/’ he added, hesitatingly. 

It is no longer becoming for us ?” The young girl 
looked up inquiringly at her brother. 

“ No, Nelly ; you must be sensible. As a child, one 
may associate with whom one wishes, but as an officer, 
it does not do ” 

But you certainly may visit Lottie ; you have al- 
ways gone there so gladly.” 

Oh, Army,” said the baroness, “ you are not in earn- 
est ! They are very respectable people, those at the mill, 
and have meant kindly towards you ; it would be un- 
grateful ” 

But, mamma, I pray you,” and his dark eyes glanced 
indignantly ; they are considered uncultivated people. 

Imagine, if the miller should happen to travel to B 

and come in quest of me t I should be in a most em- 
barrassing situation.” 

^^They are not uncultivated people!” cried Nelly, 
and only grandmamma, who cannot tolerate the rag- 
millers, has said that to you.” 

^^Bag-millers! There we have it!” laughed the 
young officer. Let each one remain in his own sta- 
tion ! Even you, Nelly, will never be able to change 
affairs, and when your first long dress trails behind you 
— then farewell Lottie !” 

Never !” exclaimed the young girl quite excitedly. 
I should run to the mill by night, if it were forbidden 
me by day. Lottie is my only friend. What shall I 
give as a reason for your not coming?” She burst 
into tears. 


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There certainly can be a reason found, Nelly. 
Don’t cry,” said her brother, consolingly. His voice 
seemed tender ; exactly as* it once did when he had 
struck his sister’s pet dog and did not know with what 
to comfort her. 

^^Oh, is it not so. Army?” she now asked, and 
looked so hopefully up at him : you were only trying 
to tease me, — we are going to the mill, are we not ?” 

He stood there motionless for one moment ; before 
him appeared the well-known figure of a little girl, as 
he had seen her a hundred times before, — Lottie, rag- 
miller’s Lottie, from the mill below ; she gazed at him 
with her bright blue childish eyes ; her red lips were 
parted. ‘^Army, are you coming? We will go to 
Muhme, she will give us an apple ; and I have seen a 
bird’s nest too in the park. Come, Army, come !” 

Mechanically he made a movement as though to take 
his cap, which lay upon the table. The light of the 
lamp struck a sparkling ring on his hand, on the green 
stone of which glittered the coat of arms of the Deren- 
bergs; his gaze was quickly directed to it, and hastily 
seizing his cap, he threw it on to another table near at 
hand. 

Do not bother me !” he said, briefly, and turned 
away. 

A long pause followed; the young girl arose, and 
then sat down again in her former place, bending her 
little head low over her work ; but the slender fin- 
gers guiding the needle trembled violently, and great 
drops fell from her eyes upon the white linen. The 
baroness sighed, and, with a pained expression, fastened 


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her eyes upon her son, who unceasingly strode up and 
down the room. The old time-piece struck six and 
commenced playing a long-forgotten love-song; the 
sweet, tender melody reverberated through the room, 
and yet upon the three whom the tenderest love united 
rested the silence that usually follows a misunder- 
standing. 

Army,’^ said at last the pale lady, ^^when did 
grandmamma give you the ring which you are now 
wearing on your hand 

He remained standing by the fireside, and as he 
thrust the poker into the glowing coals, causing the 
sparks to fly upwards, answered, This afternoon, — 
when I was in her room.^^ 

*^And do you know that it is your father^s ring. 
Army ?” 

The young man turned around suddenly. ^^No, 
mamma, grandmamma did not tell me that ; she spoke 

only of the signification of the coat of arms, and 

Then, my child, I will tell you,” came from the 
lips of the baroness, and it seemed as though her voice 
trembled with inner emotion. It is the ring that 
grandmamma once drew from the hand of your father 
when he — lay cold in death.” The last words sounded 
like a half-smothered cry, as the speaker sank back 
exhausted in her chair. 

“My dear, good mamma!” cried Army, and was 
quickly at her side, while Nelly, bending over her, 
pressed her cheek against the tearful countenance. “ Ho 
not cry, dear mamma !” he begged ; “ I will value the 
ring as highly as only a son can who is proud of the 


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memory of his father ; I will try to be as good, as noble 
as he was.” 

In these words, in the look with which he gazed 
upon his weeping mother, there still lay the full convic- 
tion of an uncorrupted childlike heart, the entire devo- 
tion which sees in a dead father the best of men. But 
the effect of his words was almost startling. The 
baroness raised her slender figure; she stared almost 
vacantly at her son, and, Army, merciful heaven !” 
she cried, in a tone of despair. Oh, only not that, not 
that!” 

“ Mamma is ill,” said her son, and hastened towards 
the bell-rope. But a faint, Come back, Army I I feel 
better now,” brought him to her side. She thankfully 
took a glass of water, and said, while trying to smile, 

I have alarmed you, my poor children. The remem- 
brance of your father’s death is, even to-day, a terrible 
one to me ; but -now, as Army is in the act of entering 
upon life, I must speak to you of the past, which until 
now I have always endeavored to avoid. You have 
very likely wondered secretly,” she continued, after a 
short pause, that we live such a singular, retired life, 
— a life that is truly without a luxury. Ah, Army, 
not on my account does it pain me, only on yours. 
You enter life under the most adverse circumstances 
that one can imagine, brought on by the most thought- 
less extravagance of your ” She suddenly paused, 

checked by the thought that she was saying too much, 
and then burst into bitter tears. 

Army stood with gloomily-knit brows by the fire- 
side, and looked towards his mother ; the sunny ex- 


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pression on his face had vanished and one of bitter 
disappointment taken its place. 

When I entered here by your father’s side, a mere 
child of sixteen years,” again proceeded the baroness, 
found very great splendor and brilliant society. 
For many long years Castle Derenberg was celebrated 
for its hospitality, and grandmamma understood how 
to entertain. She was beautiful at that time, almost as 
fascinating as the large portrait up-stairs in the gallery, 
and she loved splendor and magnificence. She proved 
so good and kind to me that I really thought I had 
found a second mother in her. Ah ! that short bright 
time was the happiest of my life, and when I could 
press you to my heart, dear Army, and you too, Nelly 
dear, there was nothing wanting to my happiness. But 
then came the terrible event : the death of your father ; 
misfortune suddenly broke upon us.” 

She shuddered and pressed her trembling hands upon 
her temples, as though she must endeavor to recollect 
whether what she related really belonged to a far dis- 
tant past. 

After his death a trustee was appointed in the per- 
son of the counsellor of justice, old Helwig. It was 
found that our affairs were more than out of order ; on 
every hand mortgages, securities, unsettled accounts ; a 
confusion without equal it was in which grandmamma 
and I saw ourselves suddenly plunged. How many 
sleepless nights, how many weary hours have passed 
since then ! and yet, until to-day, in spite of old 
Hel wig’s endeavors, there has been no light in the 
chaos.” 


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Do not excite yourself, dear mamma,” the young 
officer entreated. “ I knew long since that we were 
living in limited circumstances, even if I was not able 
to surmise the true state of affairs, but have courage ! 
Other and brighter times are certainly coming ; and only 
a short while ago grandmamma told me that things are 
not altogether so desperate j as, at any rate, we have a 
rich inheritance to expect from Aunt Stontheim.” 

Grandmamma reckoned very much on this inheri- 
tance, but ” 

“ She means,” the young man hastily interrupted his 
mother, that I, before returning to my regiment, shall 
introduce myself to Aunt Stontheim.” 

am not opposed, my child, and heartily wish 
grandmamma may not be mistaken, but it must be 
recollected that the Derenbergs in Konigsberg have 
the same just claim to inherit as we ; the daughter of 
Colonel Derenberg, of the Sixteenth Regiment, has the 
same right as you and Nelly.” 

At this moment Sanna, the old servant of the elder 
baroness, opened the large folding-doors, and her mis- 
tress entered the room. W ith a still stately, command- 
ing presence, she held herself faultlessly erect in spite 
of her sixty years. Her single gray woollen trail was 
carried with as much grace and dignity as the heaviest 
silk robe in which, in former days, she swept through 
the magnificent apartments. Her thick and still black 
hair, lightly drawn back from the temples, was sur- 
mounted by a little cap, her large black eyes glancing 
out from beneath its yellowish lace edge. There was 
an aristocratic air about her whole appearance, and in 


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the fine features an expression of not-to-be-humbled 
pride was evident. How old the peevish, sickly 
daughter-in-law appeared at the side of this imposing 
woman ! Army hastened to meet her. He took from 
her a large book which she held in her hand, and led 
her towards the fireside, where Sanna had already ar- 
ranged several chairs. The granddaughter had arisen 
at the same instant, and the pale lady secretly dried the 
last tears from her eyes. 

^^Of what were you speaking?” asked the elder 
baroness, having taken her seat at the fireside and dis- 
missed the servant with a wave of her hand. I heard 
something about the same right as Army and Nelly.” 

We were speaking of Aunt Stontheim and the con- 
sequent inheritance,” replied her daughter-in-law, like- 
wise seating herself by the fire, and at the same time 
I thought of the Kbnigsberg Dereubergs, and said that 
Blanka von Derenberg is as much entitled to the estate 
as our children.” 

Blanka? What an idea!” cried the old lady, 
shrugging her shoulders. ^‘That red-haired, scrofu- 
lous creature ? Aunt Stontheim has — ^thank heaven — 
too good taste to commit such a mistake. Besides, she 
has, as well as I remember, a very justifiable aversion 
to this vain colonel, and also to his light-haired wife, 
■whom heaven knows in what corner of England or 
Scotland he picked up, — she was a Miss Smith or 
Newman, I believe? Well, at any rate, she was some 
insignificant person. No, Cornelia, that is one of your 
groundless, made-up stories again, with which you 
worry yourself and others.” 


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Her remarks sounded ironical, as was usual when 
the proud lady addressed her daughter-in-law. 

I meant only,” replied the latter, softly, “ that one 

cannot with certainty ” She stopped. “ Life brings 

with it so many disappointments that one truly ” 

Army will understand how to turn the heart of his 
'-cross old aunt, so that the truly princely estate may fall 
to him,” said the provoked old lady, interrupting her 
daughter-in-law’s remark. 

“ How do you mean, grandmamma ?” the young man 
suddenly exclaimed, in a clear voice. I hope you do 
not desire me to go fortune-hunting, as it is called ? I 
will meet her, and pay her my respects as any other 
gentleman would, — but that is all. What she will not 
give me of her own free will she may keep !” 

The grandmother, astounded, raised herself from her 
negligent position in the chair, while her eyes, spark- 
ling with anger at this unwonted declaration, gazed into 
those of her grandson. ‘^Can that be possible from 
such a stripling ?” she asked, in a voice into which she 
tried to throw a playful tone, but it trembled with 
anger. Ha, Army ! have you then, with your cadet’s 
uniform, laid aside all respect, and think because eight 
days have passed since you put on epaulettes that you 
can dictate to your grandmother and reject her advice ? 
Oh, well, you are too young to judge correctly of the 
circumstances into which your new position will bring 
you. Is it fortune-hunting for one to try to win the 
heart of an old, lonely relation ?” 

Yes, grandmamma,” said Army, very firmly, and 
not a muscle of his handsome face changed. ‘^Yes, 


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it is fortune -hunting as soon as one aims at securing a 
person’s money by first winning his heart.” 

That one stands extremely in need of, unless one is 
content to eke out a scanty existence, or starve in a 
castle without territory or income,” angrily interrupted 
the old baroness, moving her chair back a little. 

That I acknowledge, grandmamma, and I would 
never have spoken so sharply, either, if there were not 
an heiress already ; but as Blanka ” "" 

Again this Blanka ! Are you acquainted with her 
at all ? Do you know whether she is still living, the 
sickly creature ? How disagreeable to be forever bored 
by such school-boy ideas! I wish urgently. Army, 
for you to start for Stontheim. I will tolerate no con- 
tradiction. To-day even the letter goes which will 
announce you.” 

Certainly, grandmamma ; I will start as soon as 
you wish,” said Army, with cold politeness. 

She arose. Her proud face flushed to a deep red, 
while a peculiar stubborn expression lay around her 
mouth; never had the resemblance between grand- 
mother and grandson been more striking. With glis- 
tening eyes, firmly-pressed lips, and in an almost defiant 
attitude, they stood opposite each other, neither submit- 
ting to the other. 

^‘You travel to-morrow by the five o’clock post,” 
the old lady said, coldly and decidedly, and without 
heeding the acquiescent bow of the young man, and 
with but a slight nod of the head towards the bewil- 
dered daughter-in-law, left the room. 

A painful stillness followed when the folding-doors 
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had closed upon the majestic figure of the old baroness. 
He who had ventured to contradict the proud lady, 
whose word was law for all in the house, stood in as quiet 
an attitude by the fireside, and gazed as calmly into the 
flames, as though nothing had happened. Nelly looked 
at her brother with wondering eyes ; he was no more 
like himself. No one spoke a word. After a short 
time old Sanna came into the room ; she held a letter 
in her hand, and said, — 

“ Does the baroness wish anything from the village ? 
Henry is to go to the post-office ; it is snowing now so 
severely, and perhaps he can attend to something for 
you at the same time.’’ 

The baroness answered in the negative, and the old 
woman hastily disappeared. Army, meanwhile, had 
seated himself at the table, and was turning over the 
leaves of the book which a short time before he had 
taken from his grandmother’s hands. 

find here something about our pretty Agnes 
Mechthilde up in the gallery,” he cried, joyfully. 

Come here, little sister ! This is interesting, — only 
listen !” 

The young girl came to him, and, leaning over the 
back of his chair, looked with curious eyes upon the 
yellowish paper covered with writing difficult to de- 
cipher. He read with difficulty the almost illegible 
words : 

‘‘^On November 30th, in the year 1694, here at 
Castle Derenberg, the body of her Highness Lady 
Agnes, the Baroness of Derenberg, whose maiden name 
was Krobitz, from the house of Franen, was solemnly 


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entombed in the family vault, and all performed ac- 
cording to directions given during her lifetime. The 
long coffin was placed in the hall near the chapel, and 
was covered first with a great white pall, and over this 
a black velvet one with a cross worked in silver thread ; 
above lay a golden crucifix, and upon each side eight 
smaller ones, and at the head and feet the double coat 
of arms richly embroidered on orange-colored satin. 
Those of the nobility who resided in the neighborhood, 
and who had very often banqueted here, bore the coffin 
into the chapel. Next followed the six sons of the 
deceased and the bereaved husband.^ 

^^This is tedious,’^ interrupted the young officer. 

But here — listen again ! 

^^‘And the Lady Agnes Mechthilde, Baroness of 
Derenberg, had been a very proud and wise lady, who 
bravely stood by her husband throughout his whole 
career. She had a tall, slender figure and red hair, 
which, according to an old proverb, is said to be truly 
no good sign : 

“ A woman, and also a horse, 

If handsome, is valued of course. 

And are they without tricks, forsooth. 

Good luck it is in very truth-; 

Beware 1 by color of hair he led. 

Great danger lies if that he red.” 

Yet she had had no more tricks than other women, and 
had been a refined, handsome lady ; on her account a 
cavalier who had fallen in love with her, and to whom 
she would not listen, in desperation took his own life, — 


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may God give him pardon ! — and she had found him 
swimming in his own blood at her chamber door, which 
so alarmed her that she was suddenly seized with a 
burning fever, so that they thought her life would be 
sacrificed. Heaven restored her health, yet she never 
smiled afterwards ; the cavalier, who was a young noble- 
man from Streitwitz, is buried here in the castle garden.” 

What do you say to that, mamma ?” cried Army, 
much excited. I do believe a man might take his 
own life for her sake ; it is a wonderful countenance. 
I wish I could take the portrait with me and hang it 
in my room ; she must have been a fascinating creature, 
this Agnes Mechthilde.” 

Ha, Army !” smiled the baroness, I by no means 
knew your first infatuation concerned a dead person. 
Well, it is at least not dangerous. What think you, 
Nelly?” 

Nelly answered nothing; it seemed as though the 
former genial humor would not enter the little circle 
again. The young girl sat mutely bowed over her work, 
and considered what she could give to Lottie as an 
excuse for Army’s delinquency ; Army buried himself 
again in the pages of the old book, and the slight smile 
had vanished from the face of the baroness. Every 
now and then she pressed her hands to her eyes and 
sighed deeply, and each time that such a timid sigh 
reached her children’s ears they turned their heads 
simultaneously, looking sadly for a moment at the 
troubled face of their mother, then each resumed his 
occupation. 

The baroness wishes her tea served in her own 


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room,” said Sanna, entering the door. She begs to be 
excused for not taking tea with you ; the baroness has 
a headache.” 

The old woman carried a waiter with an antiquated 
little cup and saucer in the rococo style. She was evi- 
dently in the act of taking her mistress her tea, and 
now stood at the door waiting an answer ; she looked 
searchingly from one to the other as though she wished 
to discern the impression made upon them by this 
news. The absent-minded lady at the fireside did not 
appear to have heard her words at all, and started up 
frightened, as her daughter said, in a cheerful tone, — 
We are very sorry indeed for that, Sanna, and 
heartily wish grandmamma’s quick recovery.” 

Is your lady sick, Sanna ?” asked the baroness. 
Certainly,” she answered, and her tall bony figure 
raised itself to its full height, while the gray eyes 
under the gloomy brow were fixed upon the startled 
countenance of the baroness. The baroness must have 
left here sick, for she came into her room with violent 
beating of the heart. I have been obliged to mix her 
three powders already. If it only does not amount to 
anything worse !” 

There was something reproachful, impertinent in 
this answer, not so much in the words as in the voice 
and the expression of the face, so that the Baroness 
Derenberg felt the blood rush suddenly to her cheeks 
with indignation. 

^^I am extremely sorry,” she said, in a raised voice, 
as she made a sign of dismissal with her hand, and 
hope your gracious lady wi41 feel better to-morrow.” 
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“ Very well/’ said the old woman, and left the room ; 
but her carriage and the expression of her features be- 
neath the folded head-gear had become actually threat- 
ening. 

Army had sprung up, and with flushed face stared 
after the vanished servant. 

Army, I beg you,” cried the baroness, let her go ! 
You will not make it any better by arguing with 
her. She has always been so ; like her mistress, she 
cannot control the hot southern blood, and then — she 
loves grandmamma to idolatry. You know. Army, 
Sanna came here with grandmamma from Venice, that 
she has survived the time of splendor, and now stead- 
fastly shares her cares and privations with her. Sanna 
has many good qualities; a fidelity such as hers is 
seldom seen ; and you children, especially you. Army, 
she loves above all ; besides, she is so old that a great 
many things should be overlooked in her.” 

Army answered nothing, but took his cap in his 
hand. I must take a few minutes’ walk or I shall not 
sleep well,” said he, excusing himself ; and, kissing his 
mother’s hand, he left the apartment. 

He stood there in the long cold corridor and won- 
dered to himself where it was that he really felt in- 
clined to go. 

I must get my coat first,” he thought, and strode 
down the long passage to his own room ; he was in 
such a strange state of mind to-day, — for the first time 
life had shown itself in its most earnest aspect to his 
youthful understanding. Truly, he had known that 
liis family were living in narrow circumstances, but 


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after genuine boyish fashion had troubled himself no 
more about it. Now his grandmother had spoken to 
him of it, and, at the same time, put before him the 
prospect of a rich inheritance ; but there was still an 
heiress there, a little red-haired creature, as grand- 
mamma called her. Pretty Agnes Mechthilde ap- 
peared to him ; the old rhyme says, “ Beware ! by color 
of hair be led, great danger lies if that be red.” The 
red hair surely would not bring him into trouble? 
But no, he must not build air-castles. 

Grandmother had said, ^^Upon you. Army, and 
upon the Stontheim inheritance I build all my ho; es,” 
and now he had reproached her with fortune-hunt- 
ing.” But truly Blanka, the little red-haired Blanka 
— there she is in his thoughts again — but Aunt Stont- 
heim could divide among Blanka, Nelly, and himself, 
— yes, that would be an expedient. Could not all 
things come straight even yet ? 

He shivered, and stepping to the fire, threw a hand- 
ful of brushwood into the glowing embers ; the flames 
sprang up crackling through the dry wood, and fitfully 
lighted the tiled floor. Its red glimmer caused the 
gilded decorations of the old fireplace to flash with 
brightness, and the eye of the youi^man dreamily 
followed the windings of the oak gaRnd which was 
carved beneath ; in the centre it encircled a shield, upon 
which stood this short rhyme : Your faith in God 
ne’er lose, my friend. He any day good luck may send.” 
A proverb of old, long-forgotten times. “ He any day 
good luck may send,” once more he repeated, half 
aloud; had he then never read these words? They 


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made a deep impression upon him at this moment ; 
could not good luck come again to him ? 

He looked above at the imposing antlers, — they were, 
as the tablets with the names and dates showed, all 
gained as booty by the Derenbergs, in the forests which 
had been partly sold, partly mortgaged. It might yet 
possibly be — why not? — that he might again hunt where 
his ancestors had won so many splendid stags. Away 
with such vagaries ! Life still lay before him, so full 
of hope, so enticing, and He any day good luck may 
send.” 

His youthful countenance beamed with newly-found 
hope; his heart throbbed in his breast, and he felt 
courage enough to brave even storms. ‘‘ Ever onward, 
further into the billows of life ! The wilder the 
breakers, the better. Pleasure or pain, I take it as it 
comes ; a life without battle, — that is no life. I will 
ask grandmamma’s pardon on account of fortune-hunt- 
ing,” he continued. Mamma too must not look so sad 
any more, — why always look so gloomy? Even the 
little one hung her head ; well, yes, — that was on ac- 
count of Lottie, the little rag-Lottie. Bah ! that is not 
worth talking about, and later she will comprehend 
better ” 

He whistled a song as he strode down the corridor, 
intending to return to his mother. 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


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CHAPTER 11. 

The next morning Army, with a bright and happy 
countenance, stood before his grandmother. He had 
received her forgiveness. She shrugged her shoulders, 
smiling, when he expressed to her his idea that the yet 
unknown Blanka might be co-heiress with them. 

“You are a fantastical fellow. Army,” said she, 
jokingly. She did not contradict hini, however, but 
pointed to a small stool at her feet. 

“ Take a seat. I have something to communicate to 
you before we part.” 

The old lady^s room had retained its luxurious ar- 
rangement, and at the first glance made an impression 
of great splendor. When examined more closely, how- 
ever, it could be very well seen that the color had 
faded out of the heavy purple silk stuff, and that here 
and there the silk was broken. But, notwithstanding 
that, the curtains at the windows and the door, the 
elegant pieces of furniture, and the heavy Smyrna carpet 
gave an almost luxurious character to the apartment. 
Fine Italian landscapes in gilt frames hung upon the 
walls. These pictures were remembrances of happier 
days, which the baroness, as the celebrated young 
Countess Luja, had passed in Venice and Naples ; and 
in this remembrance she forgot the comfortless present. 

“ In regard to your demeanor towards Aunt Stont- 
heim I need give you no hint. Army,” she began. 


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wisely avoiding any allusion to yesterday^s disagree- 
ment. You will know how to conduct yourself ; tell 
her I send my heartiest wishes, and that I have become 
a faded woman.” 

must refuse that commission, grandmamma,” 
Army gallantly replied. I cannot possibly burden 
my conscience with so false a statement.” 

The old lady, somewhat flattered, laughed, and giv- 
ing him a slight pat upon the cheek, she remarked. 
Don’t speak ironically to an old grandmother !” 

Army kissed her hand. And what else have yoii 
to say to me, grandmamma ?” 

Oh, yes ! I must yet warn you of something. You 
are entering life very young, and have inherited the 
passionate blood of my forefathers. Enjoy your youth 
to the full, but have a care in a serious matter ! Much 
must be united in her whom you bring home ; ’ old 
family and wealth, great wealth ; it is one of the few 
opportunities left open for you to restore the fallen 
grandeur of your house. Well, that is all ; and when 
I have your promise to write to me I shall have 
nothing more to say,” she concluded. 

The young officer smiled. Certainly, grandmamma, 
I will write soon, for I shall have plenty of time. But 
do not concern yourself. It is simply impossible for 
me to think of marrying yet; I have just passed eigh- 
teen.” He laughed aloud. There was not a trace of 
yesterday’s shadow on his beaming countenance. May 
I now say adieu, grandmamma ?” he asked. I should 
like to go up once more to the gallery to pay a fare- 
well visit to pretty Agnes Mechthilde. Listen, grand- 


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mamma, I will ease your mind, for a while at least,” 
he continued : if I cannot find a girl who resembles 
her, I will not marry at all, for she is my ideal of a 
woman.” 

You mean Agnes with the red hair ?” asked the 
old lady, very much astonished. 

‘ ■ Yes,” nodded her grandson. I have a weakness 
for red hair. Apropos, grandmamma, — may I keep 
the old book which you brought down-stairs yester- 
day ?” 

Certainly ; it is a family chronicle, and I had in- 
tended it for you.” 

Many thanks ! Good-by until dinner !” 

He kissed her hand again, and the next instant the 
portiere had closed after him. 

Whistling a song he walked down the corridor, and 
presently stood in the gallery before the portrait of the 
pretty Agnes Mechthilde. The fine head was relieved 
by the dark background ; a little silvery-looking cap 
concealed the luxuriant golden, almost red hair, which 
was drawn back from the white forehead ; large dark 
eyes beneath the well-marked eyebrows, which con- 
trasted very strangely with the light hair, gazed at one 
so dreamily, so sorrowfully, and with an expression of 
unutterable grief, as though they were seeking a lost 
happiness. There was a dim light in the room. Army 
drew back the curtain of the nearest window, and now 
the rays of the cold, clear winter sun flooded the red 
hair of the beautiful woman ; golden threads appeared 
in it, and again the dreamy, unfathomable eyes fasci- 
nated him with all their wonted charm. Then he 


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heard a soft step behind him, and his sister’s rosy little 
hand was laid upon his shoulder. 

So you are hiding here, Army ? We are going to 
dinner, so please come down-stairs. Army. You are 
obliged to leave so soon after, and I have not seen you 
this whole morning.” 

He drew the young gi^l towards him. "Look at 
me, Nelly,” he said, and with his hand raised her 
head a little higher ; " are you friends again, or are you 
still provoked ?” 

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked her brother 
in the face, but smiling, she shook her head. 

" Provoked ? No ; oh, no ! But come, — it is so cold 
up here.” 

He took her hand, and they went out ; but before the 
door had closed behind them he turned, once more 
looking towards the portrait. 

“ Beware ! by color of hair be led, 

Great danger lies if that be red 1” 

he whispered to himself. 

Scarcely an hour later Sanna stood at one of the 
windows of the upper corridors : she was watching 
Army’s departure. He had said farewell to his sor- 
rowing mother, and now he was just crossing the court- 
yard, Nelly following him, wrapped in her neat little 
cloak. She had insisted upon being near her brother 
until the last moment. 

" Like his grandmother !” murmured the old woman 
to herself. " It does one’s heart good only to look at 
him.” She shielded her eyes with her hand in order 


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to see better. He will not fail,” thought she. He 
can ask where he will, the richest and handsomest 
will be his, and such bad luck as his father had will 
surely not follow him. Oh, if my baroness might only 
live to see the time when joy and splendor will be re- 
stored again in this castle ! She would once more be 
young and handsome. Oh, how thankfully would I 
fall upon my knees for it !” 

Meanwhile, the brother and sister were walking 
down the linden avenue ; a wonderfully pretty winter 
scene lay stretched before them. Below, where the 
avenue ended, the white, snow-covered mountains glis- 
tened above the tops of the trees, which surrounded 
them like a frame ; on one side the houses of the vil- 
lage, with their roofs covered with snow, peeped out, 
and from almost every chimney a column of smoke 
rose perpendicularly into the cold winter atmosphere ; 
on the other side the forest formed a gradual and beau- 
tiful slope ; a dazzling white cover was stretched over 
foot-path and bridge, — all nature was as silent as 
death ; only a flock of crows with a hoarse Caw ! 
caw !” started up suddenly from the trees, disturbing 
the branches with their white trimmings, wdiicli now, 
in glistening flakes, fell slowly to the ground. And 
over the whole lay the rosy tint of the descending sun, 
which in the distance, with the most beautiful coloring, 
was by degrees vanishing from sight. 

The young man’s eyes swept over the charming 
landscape. 

“ See, Nelly,” said he, far as your eye can reach, 
all, all was once ours.” 


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^^And the paper-mill too?” asked the little girl, 
pointing to its slate-covered gables. 

Not the mill itself, but a considerable portion of 
the property. When grandfather was in a slight em- 
barrassment once, he sold it to the miller’s father, so 
grandmamma told me. The man now proudly goes 

hunting, while we ” He passed his hand across 

his eyes, then began to whistle. He would not in- 
dulge in useless regrets. 

At the trellised gate of the park he once more 
turned and looked back over the long avenue. He 
caught a glimpse of the large portico, with its steps all 
white with snow. The snow had drifted too against 
the massive double doors. Fairy-like, beautiful, did 
the castle appear with the now intense red glow of 
the sinking sun. The windows gleamed like gold, re- 
sembling the rosy golden dream of the future of the 
young man’s heart. 

This state of affairs must change,” said he ; it 
must. I will have it so.” He turned and followed 
his sister. 

Silently they walked on side by side; finally the 
young officer stood still and looked at his watch. 

Do you know, little sister,” said he, I must walk 
more rapidly or I shall miss the post ; do you go back. 
You will only get wet feet in this deep snow. Good- 
by, little one, and kiss them all heartily once more 
for me.” He stooped and kissed her on the mouth. 

Do not let time hang too heavily on your hands in 
that lonely old castle,” he continued, and looked 
almost pityingly at her. 


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She shook her head. Oh, no ; I have Lottie.” 

They were standing exactly where the road along 
which they had just come turned into the highway.- 
On the other side a road with fir-trees on either side 
led to the mil], and ended likewise at this spot. The 
highway led rather steeply down to the village, and on 
one side a linden-tree stretched its branches out over a 
snow-covered stone bench. The post-horn now rang 
out clearly from the village. 

“ Since we now must part, 

Kiss me with all thy heart I 
Parting, oh, parting gives pain,” 

sang a clear, childish voice, jubilant and playful; and 
immediately the figure of a young girl came out from 
the fir-trees. She started when she saw the two stand- 
ing there. For one moment a deep blush spread over 
her face, and a pair of deep blue eyes fell to the ground 
as though frightened; but then she approached them at 
once, and the lovely mouth smiled, forming two charm- 
ing little dimples. 

Ah, Nelly,” cried she, how glad I am to meet 
you! And you. Army, are you going away again 
without having been once to the mill to see us ?” she 
asked in a childlike manner, and without a trace of 
timidity. 

The young officer colored deeply when he saw the 
blue eyes fixed upon him, and had taken the little 
hand which, after a childish fashion, she held out to 
him. He had not enough self-possession to find an 
excuse at once ; his smile vanished as the dainty, rosy 


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little countenance looked up at him inquiringly and 
somewhat reproachfully. 

Army is obliged to leave very suddenly,” said 
Nelly, “ otherwise ” She stopped ; it was impossi- 

ble for her to tell a lie to the innocent child. She could 
have cried for shame, and looked towards her brother 
as though seeking help. 

But even these few words sufficed for the young girl. 

Dear Army,” said she, quite satisfied, I had a sus- 
picion that you did not intend to come to the mill any 
more ; I was just going to Nelly” — she laughed, the two 
dimples appearing ^in her cheeks again — ^Mn order to 
see if what Muhme said was true, — that is, that you had 
become proud. How I can laugh at her ! You would 
have come to-day or to-morrow,” said she, confidently. 

He looked at her as though lost in thought. How 
tall you have grown !” said he then, and his eyes wan- 
dered over the slender figure. Lottie had really grown 
almost as tall as himself, and she looked so sweet in 
her little blue velvet jacket trimmed with fur. She 
suddenly became very red under his gaze, and hastily 
asked, — 

Are you going by the five o’clock post? You will 
have to hurry then. Army. I am glad to have seen you 
as an officer.” She again held out her hand to him, 
and he placed his in it ; he laughed too, now, as a rec- 
ollection of his childhood came over him. 

Last, Army !” she then cried, touching him lightly 
on the shoulder, and quickly running away. 

The young man stood for one moment as if, like 
heretofore, he would run after her, to give her last” as 


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they had always done when she left the castle or he the 
mill, — they had so often teased each other by it. But 
he hastily gathered together his cloak upon his arm, 
nodded back once more, and went. He did not look 
around again to the two figures standing there arm in 
arm gazing after him ; he must indeed hurry. 

Beneath the snow-laden linden-tree two sweet blue 
eyes were filled with tears, and a voice in which all 
raillery had vanished whispered a soft Good-by 
Nelly cried too, and as his figure disappeared behind 
the houses of the villa|?, she anxiously asked, Lottie, 
you are not really angry with Army, are you 

But Lottie did not reply ; she bnly shook her little 
head and walked silently on at her friend’s side. The 
rosy glow of the sky had faded, and only a faint yel- 
low tinted the horizon, while the windows of the castle 
looked as gloomy as ever. In both young hearts the 
pain of parting had been experienced, and the good- 
night kiss they gave each other at the park-gate was 
more heartfelt, much more fervent than usual, and to- 
day it seemed to Lottie as though she could not. let go 
her friend’s hand; then she once more whispered 
“ Good-night !” 


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CHAPTER III. 

The rag-mill, as the paper-mill had always been 
called in the surrounding country, lay beautifully situ- 
ated on the banks of a little rushing stream, and was 
surrounded by tall old trees. The stately dwelling, 
with a gilded weather-cock upon the top of its painted 
slate roof, still belonged to the^rst half of the previous 
century, and indicated the style of architecture of that 
time. The heavy oaken front door and its brightly- 
polished brass knocker were the same ; the many small 
panes in the windows had not been replaced by any 
new-fashioned plate-glass, and on the projecting gray 
balcony was cut the following inscription ; This house 
was built. Anno 1741, by John Frederick Erving and 
his wife Ernestine, nee Eisenhardt.’^ There were the 
old dragons’ heads on the four corners of the roof, still 
waiting to discharge at any moment the overflow of 
rain-water ; and there too, near the front entranee, and 
under two large lindens, was still the old gray sand- 
stone seat, serving even to-day as the best-loved spot 
for the family gatherings on bright summer evenings. 

The house was surrounded on three sides a large 
fruit-orchard with its many even rows of trees, its 
many currant- and gooseberry-bushes, and a shady 
arbor covered with jasmine. This garden was under 
the particular supervision of Mulime. At no place in 
the entire neighborhood were there such excellent va- 


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rieties of apples and pears as at the rag-mill, and the 
asparagus from Miihme’s carefully-tended garden-bed 
was just as celebrated on account of its tenderness and 
extraordinary size. 

But who could think of the mill without Muhme ? 
How pleasant it was to behold, as one stepped over 
the mill-bridge which was opposite the house, the ex- 
pressive countenance of the old woman, appearing from 
behind the snow-white curtains, and with bright, friendly 
eyes nodding welcome to the gufest. She moved her 
spinning-wheel to one side quickly enough to receive 
the visitor af^he j^er-open ^luiuse door, with a friendly 
God bless you ! how glad Minna will be or, How 
pleased will Frederick be referring to the inmates of 
the house; and then tripped lightly on in front and 
opened the door, ushering the visitor into the com- 
fortable, sitting-room ; and as she took the important 
bunch of keys from her pocket, disappeared into the 
kitchen and pantry. 

The old woman had lived in the rag-mill ever since 
her tenth year. She had been left an orphan child, 
and the grandfather of the present possessor had edu- 
cated the good-natured little girl; so she became the 
playmate of both of his children. She had returned 
this kindness with fidelity and constant attachment 
through prosperity and adversity, and had long since 
become an absolutely necessary member of the family. 
The Ervings had always been well known for their 
kindness and benevolence towards the poor; they 
never allowed the right hand to know what the left 
did, and God had blessed them for it, as Muhme so 


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often said. They were the wealthiest people far and 
wide. 

The male members of the family at the mill had 
ever been genuine German men of honest and upright 
character, whose hand, offered as a pledge of an obli- 
gation, was of more value than ten oaths, and in whom 
a strong will was united with restless energy. Work 
and pray’^ had ever been the motto of the family, and 
had been impressed upon the children by their parents. 
But the mill had a reputation for something more, 
namely, the beauty of its wives and daughters, which 
had almost become a by-word. “ As pretty as though 
she stepped from the milF^ was frequently heard in the 
village, when a compliment was intended for a hand- 
some girl ; and for many long years the pretty blue 
eyes of the miller^s children had caused many a one to 
feel sorrow and heart-ache. The old mill had been 
the scene of many joyous times and many a true inno- 
cent festivity. 

There had always been a neighborly friendly inter- 
course with the Derenbergs ; indeed, they had been con- 
genial characters that were obliged to respect each other, 
and whenever the lord of the manor rode by the mill 
brook, and the miller sat with his wife beneath the lin- 
dens, a friendly conversation arose. A helping hand was 
reached in time of necessity, too, for when the war 
between the years 1807 and 1813 occurred, no blood 
relations could have held together more faithfully than 
the proud Derenbergs and the Ervings of the rag-mill. 

At the time that Muhme entered the house the 
owner possessed two pretty children. The girl was of 


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her own age, the boy about four years older. The 
miller’s wife, a woman as economical as she was 
amiable, firmly persisted that the little orphan child 
should not be educated above her station ; a little later 
she could serve as house-maid ; but she was not able 
and did not wish to prevent the three children play- 
ing together. A w^arm friendship sprang up between 
the two girls, which in after-years became ever firmer 
and more ardent. The boy, on his side, had good 
companionship in the two boys who grew up over 
at the castle, and the Baroness Derenberg loved the 
light-haired youth so tenderly that she persuaded his 
parents to allow him to share instruction with her sons. 
Thus little Frederick went from the village school to 
the instruction-room at the baronial castle, and a more 
thankful scholar it would have been hard to find. 

In after-years, when the Derenberg sons had grown 
up, and had long since made a tour of foreign lands, the 
elder already in possession of the property which his 
father had left him, and the younger become a gallant 
cavalry officer, they enjoyed as much as ever coming to 
the old mill to visit their friend. At the same time 
little Lisette had become a stately young lady. She 
possessed the proverbial beauty of the miller’s daughters 
to the fullest extent, and could look at one so winningly 
out of her large eyes, that were as deep and as blue as 
the lake in the Derenberg park. 

Marie had also grown to be a lively little maid, as 
the miller’s wife called her. She frisked around and 
sang in the house and out, and had withal such funny 
little ways about her that everybody was obliged to 


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feel kindly disposed towards the sprightly little crea- 
ture with the red cheeks. It is true she must now 
address her little playmate as miss,” but in secret the 
beloved Lisette escaped her lips, and on many a sum- 
mer evening, in the jasmine arbor near the edge of the 
water, they sat with their arms encircling each other as 
they had so often done when they were children. 

It was at this time that the family was visited by a 
severe calamity, — a calamity so sad that the afflicted 
parents could scarcely survive it ; so sad even that the 
sprightly Marie suddenly became a thoughtful and 
serious young woman ; and how could it be otherwise 
when the fair lily of the house was roughly torn from 
its stem, when Lisette, the beautiful Lisette, in the 
bloom of youth, was stricken down by the grim hand 
of death? Although the lovely child had heard many 

times from the prudent lips of her mother this adage, — 

0 

“ With, like, in land and blood to share, 

Makes indeed the finest pair,” 

how was she to heed this warning when love had en- 
tered her young heart? For what has the golden 
dream of first love to do with distinction of rank or 
station ? Her love was the love of a pure confiding 
heart, and that given her in return was not less ardent 
and sacred than her own. Then a hand harshly and 
pitilessly uprooted the newly-sown happiness. It was 
the fine, delicate hand of a woman, but it sundered the 
two hearts so rashly that one received its death-blow : 
Lisette, after a short illness, closed her wonderful blue 
eyes forever. 


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From that time on all communication between the 
mill and the castle was broken off, and when the sor- 
rowing Marie saw the young baron walking through 
the forest with his pretty young wife at his side, she 
heaved a sigh, softly saying to herself, “ She is truly 
descended from the fickle Italians. How can she 
understand the deep and fond feelings of a loving 
heart ? But revenge never sleeps.^^ 

That was a long, long time ago, and the people who 
at that time lived in the mill had been long since dead. 
Marie had grown old, but had remained with the Er- 
vings, esteemed and beloved as though she belonged to 
the family. Frederick Erving, the present owner of 
the mill, and nephew of the pretty Lisette, had found 
a second mother in her, for, as his parents had died 
early, she took him to her tender heart and carefully 
educated him. He grew up under her care, and when 
one day he brought home a fair wife, she met the 
young pair on the threshold of the paternal dwelling, 
greeting them heartily. The young husband pre- 
sented to her his recently-won treasure, saying, Here, 
Muhme,^^ — for such he had ever called her — ^^now 
love her a little, and be a mother to us both !” 

So it had been.^ And then, when Muhme stood 
with the young couple by the font in the old village 
church, holding their infant daughter, whose large blue 
eyes stared up at her, tears of joy dropped upon the 
pillow of the little one, and a hearty prayer of thanl^s- 
giving for all the many blessings that were hers 
ascended to heaven. The little one received the name 
of Lottie. 


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LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


At this time a heavy calamity befell the inmates of 
the castle, affecting even the hearts of those at the quiet 
mill : the sudden death of Baron Derenberg. Muhme 
silently sat and mused over her spinning-wheel. " Ah, 
well ! the ways of our God are just,^^ she thought. 

Four years had passed since then, but when one day 
her darling Lottie and just such another little, light 
curly-haired girl came tripping over the mill-bridge, 
hand in hand, followed by a beautiful boy with black 
hair and truthful eyes, who, somewhat confused, played 
with his whip, then she went to meet them, took the 
sweet curly head up in her arms, and as the little one 
when asked if she lived at the castle had nodded yes, 
she carried the child into the sitting-room to the 
miller’s wife ; then leading the boy by one hand and 
Lottie by the other into the room, both women 
caressed -the two fatherless little children, until the fair 
little girl finally wound her arms around the neck of 
the elder, and ihe boy with brightened eyes took the 
apple that she held out to him. And then when they 
trotted homewards over the mill-bridge, the brother 
carefully leading his little sister, and both every now 
and then turning their little heads and nodding back, 
the miller’s young wife pressed her little daughter to 
her heart, while great tears gushed from her eyes, as 
she sa'd, We must thank the good God this evening 
that he has spared your dear, good father to you. Look 
at those two children : they have lost their father ; and 
oh, so much besides !” 

From that day dated the friendship between rag- 
miller’s Lottie and the Derenberg children. 


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Time flew by very pleasantly at the mill. Lottie 
improved more and more ; she had become a very 
skilful girl and learnt easily. The pastor, her father’s 
friend and her godfather, instructed her, and the 
pastor’s wife conversed in French with her and taught 
her singing. And when, with a flexible but not very 
strong voice, she sang the old folk-songs, Muhme’s eyes 
would become moist, and half aloud she would say to 
herself, Just like Lisette.” 

That Army had not visited the mill since he had 
become an officer scarcely surprised Muhme. ’Tis 
his grandmother’s blood in him,” said she. But Lottie 
was not willing to believe that Army could become 
proud, — the same Army whose joyful glee only so 
lately was not complete unless joined in by her inno- 
cent mirth ; she herself would ask him, — and hur- 
ried to get off* to the castle. And there beneath the 
large linden she met the brother and sister. Army 
was about to depart, but it was all so easily explained : 
he was obliged to leave very suddenly, otherwise he 
would certainly have come. Then when she stood 
again in the room before the old woman, who was 
vigorously spinning, she said, ^^So you see, Muhme, 
it is not true, at all, that Army is proud. He was not 
able to come, as he had to leave suddenly. I knew it!” 

“ Indeed ?” said the old woman. 

^^Yes! You bad Muhme, you frightened me, ^ou 
” she pouted. .•> . 

Well, the egg is always wiser than the hen,” an- 
swered she. So Nelly said he would have come ?” 

Yes ! and Nelly does not tell fibs !” 

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Nelly is a good child ; I am always glad for her to 
come. She has the Derenberg countenance and dispo- 
sition. They were honest people, the Derenbergs, until 
the she became silent. 

What do you mean, Muhme ?” 

Ha ! when the devil wishes to ruin people he be- 
comes as beautiful as an angel.’’ 

What are you saying, Muhme ?” 

I am saying notjiing, only talking to myself, but 
you can believe, Lottie, what the pastor preached to 
us from the pulpit last Sunday : ^ Our God is a just 
God ;’ that is the truth ; but don’t stand gazing so as- 
tonished at me ! Go, look on the second shelf in the 
pantry, there are some nice roasted apples for you.” 


CHAPTEK lY. 

Two years and several months had gone by. It was 
a beautiful evening in May ; a delicious breeze entered 
through the open window of Muhme’s little bedroom ; 
the leaves of the graceful vine that encircled the win- 
dow were gently stirred by the wind, and the moon 
threw her bright beams upon the spotless floor and 
plain furniture of the cosey little room, and illumined 
the wrinkled face of the old woman, who, with her 
usually busy hands lying idly in her lap, sat gazing 
out into the garden at the apple-trees and elder- 
bushes that were in the height of their bloom. Muhme 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


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was taking her siesta. It was a good old custom in 
her home to reserve the hour of twilight for rest ; for 
it does one good to relieve not only his hands but his 
thoughts too. In reality, however, hers were not at 
rest, for they swept far back into the past to far-gone 
happy days ; and it was a pleasure, a relaxation when, 
after the heat and burden of the day, the twilight hour 
came. Everything in the house had been carefully 
•looked after, and was in order. The present vanished 
from the old woman’s mind on this glorious spring even- 
ing, and the days of her youth loomed up before her, 
as charming, as fascinating, as the moonlight scene 
without. 

Muhme folded her hands, and turned her head 
towards the interior of the room, directing her gaze 
above the cabinet to a small picture, which, in the 
bright moonlight, revealed the profile of a gentleman. 
Yes, ah, yes, dear Christian,” she whispered, softly,^ 
we loved each other dearly, very dearly, and, although 
it was only a short time that you remained with me, I 
have not forgotten you, and to this day have remained 
true to you. To think it should have happened thus, — 
so sad ! Oh, heaven above, what must we not endure 
in this short span of time ! There are scarcely a few 
bright years to be enjoyed before troubles innumerable 
come. What a pair of happy maidens Lisette and I 
were ! ai>d just when the world appeared the brightest — 
then sorrow came upon us. Ah, my dear Lisette, and 
my dear good Christian !” She sadly bowed her head, 
for in the distance, in the shade of the church-yard, 
arose before her two green, sodded mounds. A spray 


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of blooming elder was thrown through the window 
and fell into her lap. Merry laughter sounded from 
below. 

Ah ! That must be Lottie,” said Muhme, and a 
roguish expression chased away the sad one ; then she 
sat perfectly silent, and leaned far back in her arm- 
chair. All at once a girlish head, with hair braided 
around and around, appeared at the window and peeped 
into the room. 

Not here !” said she, almost provoked ; then she 
gave a little scream, for Muhme made a sudden move- 
ment in her chair and gently passed the elder twig over 
the startled countenance of the young girl. 

“ Phew ! how mean of you, Muhme, to frighten me 
so !” 

What ! and pray who was frightened first ?” an- 
swered the old woman. Just wait, you little witch. 
Are you going to play the offended one now ?” 

To that question the young girl answered nothing, 
but asked, Have father and mother come back from 
the city?” 

‘^Not yet; it will probably be eleven before they 
come, my dear. Go quietly to rest, and I will wait for 
them.” 

But, Muhme, what can you be thinking of?” cried 
the young girl. ^^On this delightful evening? Do 
come out a little and enjoy the delicious odor from 
all these elder-bushes ! You would not believe how 
splendid it is in the garden.” 

Ah, my child, my time for that has gone by ; it is 
hard to make old folks young again. It must be damp 


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outside, and — my troublesome gout, — but do you stay 
out-of-doors and enjoy the beautiful evening.” 

^^Then I will come in to you, Muhme, may I? I 
cannot stay alone this evening, not for the world.” 
Well, come in then, you foolish little thing!” 

The little head disappeared from the window, and 
almost directly the door of the room opened and the 
figure of a tall, slender girl in a light dress entered the 
room. 

^^Here I am, Muhme!” she exclaimed, brightly, 
seating herself on a small stool at the old woman’s 
feet. The moonlight fell upon a little oval counte- 
nance, and revealed two remarkably deep blue eyes, that 
were gazing at Muhme in a manner almost beseeching. 

Muhme,” said she, softly, tell me a story this 
evening, please ” 

How ! am I to tell fairy-tales to a great big girl ?” 

‘^Oh, of course not! But something about your 
youth, Muhme.” 

About my youth ? And pray, what shall it be ?” 
Oh, Muhme, do tell me how it seemed when you — 

when you saw your lover for the first time ! ” 

Ah, you — ^you little piece of curiosity ! You are 
still too young to know everything. Why should I 
tell you that ?” 

^^But, Muhme, I am seventeen years old! Other 

girls have a lover long before that, and ” 

Ah, only listen ! I should not wonder if you were 

after one too ; ah, when I tell that to your mother ” 

Suppose you do, Muhme!” laughingly said the 
young girl. Only lately, mamma showed me, oh ! 

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ever so much linen, and said, ^ That is all to belong to 
your dowry, Lottie/ ” 

Well, I must say ! But what do you want?” 

I want you to tell me how it all seemed when you 
first saw your lover.” 

The old woman seemed astonished, and the girl, her 
large eyes almost filled with tears, looked up expect- 
ingly towards her. All around was so serene ; only 
the rushing of the water over the dam, in a soft monot- 
onous melody, could be heard. 

“ Three lilies, three lilies, they plant upon my grave,” 

sang a fresh girlish voice below in the garden, — 

“ But there came and broke them off one day a stranger knight 
so brave.” 

Muhme raised her head. “Why, that is Dorta! 
How can she sing after the scolding she had to-day ! 
‘ A singing heart and a lover. You can subdue neither 
one nor the other.’ ” 

” Ah knight so brave, ah knight so brave, let thou the lilies be ! 
My love, my love, my dearest love, I'd have them once more 
see,” 

sounded woefully sad on this quiet evening. 

“ Often did I sing that little song when I was still 
young,” said Muhme, nodding her head, and many a 
time have sat with Lisette down in the jasmine arbor, 
and sung to our hearts’ delight ; and oh ! she could 
sing so beautifully too, — but you wanted to know,” 
she hurriedly broke off, “when I saw him for the 
first time? Well, listen then; One evening, it was 


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as beautiful as this, only a little later in the season, 
in July I think, I was walking down the lane that 
leads to the park, singing, ‘ He is no emperor ; he is 
no king ; he is a soldier, he is a soldier/ All at once 
a man stepped out from the shade of the linden avenue 
and said, ^ Ah, little maid, must he just be a soldier ?’ 
and because I was so frightened, I did not answer dis- 
tinctly, but walked on more rapidly. But he followed 
me and politely begged pardon, and as he looked more 
closely at me, I saw in a good honest countenance two 
such true, pure eyes, that I felt no more fear ; then we 
walked on together, more slowly, and he told me that 
at the castle he was groom to the young baroness who 
is now the grandmother of Army and Nelly, but who 
had then just arrived, and that he had often seen me in 
riding by the mill, for you know I served here with 
your great-grandmother, long since dead. I too told 
him something of myself, and that I had neither father 
nor mother; then, over there on the mill-path, we 
shook hands, and he said, ^Good-night, Marie and 
not another word did we say, but stood silently oppo- 
site each other for quite a time, then I ran away over 

the bridge as fast as I could 

And how did you feel then, Muhme 
Well, I cannot remember exactly, Lottie,’^ said the 
old woman. I only know that it seemed to me the 
moonlight on the mill had never appeared so golden, 
and that the sky had never been so high. I could 
not sleep at all the whole night, and yet did not feel 
tired the next day, and the words, ^ Good-night, Marie/ 
kept ringing in my ears.” 


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The old woman looked towards the young girl, whose 
eyes were swimming in tears. For mercy’s sake tell 
me, Lottie, what is the matter with you ?” 

Oh, nothing at all, Muhme,” she answered. I 
think I will go to the door for a while : mother must 
certainly he here soon. Good-night, Muhme.” 

Good-night, Lottie. God bless you ! But listen, 
child, to-morrow morning early, when you cut the 
asparagus, do not leave the half standing as you did to- 
day, or in future I shall have to attend to it myself, 
troublesome though it be to me. Good-night !” 

Once again the old woman was left alone in her 
little bedroom. She closed the window and walked 
towards the cabinet, shaking her head ; she looked at 
the picture: the moonbeams had moved farther on; 
she was not able to see the picture very distinctly, but, 
never mind, she knew so well how it looked. 

“Yes, so it was,” whispered she; “it began out 
there on the mill-path. Love has a good memory. I 
can see it all as plainly to-day as though we had stood 
there yesterday. It is Lottie’s fault. I wonder what 
she was after, — the foolish little thing !” 

Lottie had taken a seat beneath the linden ; the mill 
stream went rushing past her. Her eyes were directed 
to the road on the other side of the water, leading to 
the castle, and over yonder, above the tops of the dark 
trees, there rose the proud moonlighted towers in the 
evening sky, as she had seen them innumerable times. 

This recalled an unexpected meeting. Army had 
once entered the arbor in which Nelly and she were 
sitting reading to each other. Very unexpectedly he 


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stood there, and laughingly embraced his sister, who, 
blushing with joy, was not able to say a word, and 
then, quite surprised, he glanced towards her, finally 
addressing her as Miss Lottie.” Miss Lottie !” — 
how strange it sounded ! She laughed, and so did he, 
nevertheless he continued to call her so. He had be- 
come taller and more distinguished-looking since that 
winter evening, when she had seen him for the last 
time beneath the old snow-covered linden, and now 
upon his upper lip lay a saucy little moustache : how 
handsome he was ! And the evening of Nelly’s birth- 
day had flown away so rapidly ! They had revived 
old recollections of childhood, and he had been so 
pleasant, so jolly ; his mother’s face too had become so 
radiant, and then when she was obliged to go he accom- 
panied her. They walked together down the old lin- 
den avenue, and down the road to the mill-path, just 
as Muhme and Christian had done. They chatted 
about childish times, and at the mill-path he stopped. 

Good-night, Miss Lottie !” She had to laugh again. 

Good- night, Mr. Army !” she would have said, but 
the words would not pass her lips ; she only held out 
her hand to him somewhat uncertainly ; he grasped it 
as an old acquaintance, then turned and walked away, 
while she leaned over the trellis, and watched the water 
on which the moonbeams glimmered in silvery sheen, 
and heard the nightingales singing in the old linden- 
trees, as in a dream. 

^^Will he come to the mill this time?” she now 
asked herself, and looked towards the castle. “If 
only mamma will not pay the long-promised visit to the 


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head-forester’s wife to-morrow,” thought she. ^^No, 
that would be too bad, for of course I shall have to 
go too.” 

So she sat and dreamed under the old linden on that 
spring evening, and the moon quietly smiled down 
upon her, as though not to disturb her in this dream 
of youth ; for she knows, the wise old moon, that it is 
easily, so easily dispelled. 

Over at the castle a golden stream of light glittered 
from the windows of the elder baroness until far in 
the night. In her black robe she reclined on the 
lounge, while her hands played with the white material 
in her lap. 

“And you say. Army,” she began, looking scrutin- 
izingly at the young officer seated opposite, “that 
Aunt Stontheim herself expressed a desire for Blanka 
to visit us here ?” 

“No, my dear grandmamma, that is saying too 
much,” he replied. “Aunt Stontheim is a peculiar 
woman; she did not precisely express such a wish: 
she referred to the fatigues of the winter having af- 
fected Blanka, and directed the question to me as to 
whether our forests were healthy ; whereupon, I natu- 
rally understanding the hint, at once proffered our 
hospitality.” 

“Very precipitate, my dear Army, I must confess; 
to entertain to any extent a fashionable young lady 
here at this solitary, desolate castle, appears a very seri- 
ous task to me. It is want of tact in Aunt Stontheim, 
and even more so in Blanka, to accept your offer. 
Afterwards she can relate to her father how Castle 


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Derenberg was able to entertain its guests/^ The old 
lady laughed sarcastically. 

Army was silent; he was occupied in observing a 
miller fluttering around the glass shade of the lamp. 

^^What is really the appearance of this Blanka?’^ 
asked the grandmother, after a pause. 

A ray of sunshine seemed suddenly to illuminate 
Army’s countenance. “ How can I describe her to you, 
grandmamma? I can only say that Blanka is an ex- 
traordinary creature ; at first sight one is dazzled, and 
the more you look at her the more are you captivated 
by her.” 

This is indeed a lover-like description,” coolly re- 
marked the old lady ; as far as my recollection goes, 
she never had the slightest claim to beauty.” 

Army became fiery red under the cold glance of the 
large dark eyes. 

She isn’t in fact beautiful ; there is something 

Enough !” the baroness hastily interrupted him. 

Tell me rather how the relation between Blanka and her 
aunt is considered, and what the former has to expect.” 

She is considered the only heiress of her aunt. Dur- 
ing the two weeks of my visit there at the Christmas en- 
tertainment and Aunt Stontheim’s birthday, I remarked 
nothing other than a warm affection between the two.” 

The baroness rather contemptuously shrugged her 
shoulders. 

Have you made the announcement to your mother 
of the joyfully anticipated visit?” 

No, neither to mamma nor Nelly ; they were not 
alone, — the little girl from the mill was with Nelly.” 


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Of course ! it is inconceivable ! Once for all have 
I forbidden, her presence, but alas ! she is all in all 
to your mother and sister, who see an angel of good- 
ness and beauty in her. But, Army, what in the world 
shall we do about a room for Blanka ? Where am I 
to get servants 

I had thought of the room next to yours, grand- 
mamma, and had selected the tower-chamber for a sit- 
ting-room ; Blanka is to bring her servant with her, a 
lady^s maid.’^ 

“ The tower-chamber ? Never !’’ cried the old lady, 
flying into a passion ; her former pale countenance 
became in a moment almost ghastly white. 

Army looked at her rather frightened. As you 
wish, grandmamma.” 

‘^Arrange that with your mother,” she hastily 
added. “ Blanka may sleep where she can I The tower- 
chamber remains locked as long as I live. Go to rest 
now ; we will talk more about it to-morrow.” 

Army bowed over her hand and went out. Without 
in the echoing corridor, the moonbeams shone through 
the many small panes of the window, and fell upon the 
stone floor. 

Ever the old song,” said he, softly. “ What can be 
the mystery about the little tower-room ? And I had 
pictured to myself arranging it so charmingly for 
Blanka.” 

“ For Blanka !” He stood still for a moment ; his 
thoughts flew back to the city, to the elegant villa with 
the tall French windows and the veranda adorned with 
flowers ; there in the second story, behind the lace cur- 


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tains, she was now sleeping. He entered his room ; 
the windows were open, and a draught of air wafted the 
fragrance of the blossoms towards him ; he gazed out 
into the moonlighted park. A recollection came over 
him of a winter when, yet unacquainted with life, and 
trembling before the future, he had tarried in this same 
room, and how at that time the old proverb above the 
fireplace had so surprisingly brought him hope and 
courage. “ Your faith in God ne’er lose, my friend ; 
He any day good luck may send.” Had happiness come 
to him ! Ah, no, not happiness itself, but a few of its 
rays had fallen upon him. In his iniagination he saw 
his Aunt Stontheim opposite to him in the elegant 
room. 

Upon the invitation of the old lady to be present at 
the Christmas entertainment, he had just then arrived in 

D , and as he kissed the hand which she held out to 

welcome him, he had not appeared very cheerful. Tea 
was served, and the feeling that time would now pass 
in an unspeakably tedious manner lay like a weight 
upon his breast. All at once the folding-doors were 
thrown open, and the figure of a maiden, as though 
wafted into the room, stood before him. The chan- 
delier suspended from the ceiling threw its brilliant 
light upon a little creature, who, enveloped in a maze 
of folds and ruffles of pale green crepe, appeared like a 
dainty little fairy. On her small white forehead, and 
displayed down her back in heavy braids, was won- 
derful, luxuriant reddish hair. 

He started up suddenly and stared as though an 
apparition were before him. The young lady threw the 
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beautiful bouquet of white camellias upon the table, 
hastily passed him by, and greeted her aunt. 

‘‘ Agnes came into his mind, “ pretty Agnes Mech- 
thilde from the gallery at home V’ 

Is it so late inquired her aunt, casting a reprov- 
ing look at the charming figure, and nodding towards 
liim, said, My dear Blanka, your cousin Armand von 
Derenberg, who is to be our guest during the holidays 

The young lady gave him a hasty glance from her 
dark eyes; he continued gazing at her; he seemed 
spell-bound ; the beautiful Agnes stood before him as 
though she had really stepped down from the gilded 
frame. Yes, indeed, his actions had been very awk- 
ward, the blood even now mantling in his cheeks as 
he thought of it. Then at the request of his aunt he 
had quickly made his toilet, sat opposite the two ladies 
in the satin-upholstered carriage, and entered the fairy- 
like illuminated saloon ; had glided in the dance with 
Blanka over a parquet as smooth as a mirror, had 
chatted with her, and told her that at home in the 
castle-gallery there was a portrait that resembled her 
very much, and before Avhich, when a boy, he had stood 
hours long with unwearied gaze. 

She had smiled and said she would like to put it to 
the test by standing near the portrait, to see if there 
was not very much imagination as to the resemblance. 
She had not, indeed, those eyes, those deep, sad eyes ; 
although hers were dark too, still that expression of 
unutterable grief was not there ; how could it be ex- 
pected? She was still so young, so bright, so free! 
His eyes followed her as she whirled by him in the 


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dance ; like a golden veil, the loosened hair surrounded 
her pale little countenance; it seemed as though he 
could never be weary of looking at this bewitching 
creature ; he was jealous of every one with whom she 
danced, and rejoiced in the thought of the holy even- 
ing, for the celebration of which he had principally 
come, and which would of course be passed quietly at 
home. But on that evening he was least pleased; 
not that her personal appearance was less charming, — 
certainly not; the golden hair contrasted just as beau- 
tifully with the dark blue silk dress ; bright rays were 
reflected in it by the wax tapers on the Christmas- 
tree, but the beaming smile that makes a countenance 
truly charming was wanting; happy Christmas joy 
was entirely missing in Blanka^s dark eyes. 

Then again followed feast upon feast, until finally, 
with very great regret, he was obliged to depart ; not, 
however, without asking permission of his aunt to 
return soon again. He carried in the breast-pocket of 
his uniform a neat little Kussian leather card-case, a 
dearly loved present from his cousin. This was a 
treasure to him now, for in it lay the long lock of a 
woman^s fine red hair. At his request, in sport she 
had given it to him to compare with that of the por- 
trait in the gallery, in order to see which was more 
golden. 

Army remained at the opened window of the dark- 
ened room. He quickly drew out the card-case, and 
by the light of the moon examined the lock of hair, 
which was tied at each end with a little knot of blue 
ribbon. He pressed it to his lips, and a whole host of 


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blissful dreams of tlie future flew through his mind. 
He pictured himself again in the castle of his fathers ; 
she was standing at his side, on a beautiful summer 
evening; his arm was thrown around her, while her 
little golden head rested upon his bosom ; once again, 
after a long gloomy period, a jet of water gayly 
splashed in the neglected sandstone basin, foretelling 
bright, happy times. 

How enchanting was this dream ! But alas ! it was 
only a dream, — and the reality? Army shuddered. 
He almost shrank from the demands which this unfor- 
tunate, forlorn reality made upon him. Where was he 
to secure the means to conceal beneath a display of 
splendor the miserable penury of Castle Derenberg 
from their pretty visitor ? Money ! oh, wicked money ! 

His eyes wandered dreamily over the park. The 
trees were gently stirred by the night wind which had 
arisen. It is bedtime,’^ said the youthful visionary. 
With a light step he left the gallery and sought his 
couch. The beautiful Agnes Mechthilde appeared to 
him in his dreams. She stood before him in a silver 
brocade robe and what appeared to be a golden veil 
thrown over it. She looked at him with her large sor- 
rowful eyes, and warningly raised her hand, while in 
his ear sounded the words, Beware ! by color of hair 
be led ; greu,t danger lies if that be red.” 


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CHAPTER y. 

How glad I am, Army, to be allowed to have a 
visitor once,’^ said Nelly to her brother the next morn- 
ing, as he walked by her side through the fresh dewy 
park. I wonder what Lottie will say ! I must tell 
her all about it. Do tell me. Army,” said she coax- 
ingly, at the same time walking more closely to him, 
how are you really pleased with Lottie ? Hasn’t she 
grown wonderfully pretty ?” 

“ I really do not know,” he answered, in a somewhat 
abstracted manner ; I have not thought about it ; 

yes, I do believe — I scarcely remember ” 

^^But, Army !” came from his sister’s lips, ^^you are 
worried, or else your thoughts are wandering. Has 
anything unpleasant occurred? Can I help you in 
any way ?” 

^^No, little sister,” laughed he, as he playfully 
passed his hand over the blooming countenance ; “ you 
least of all can help me. It is a disagreeable story. I 
am half afraid to tell mamma, but I cannot do other- 
wise.” 

Ah, do not tell mamma. Army,” the young girl 
begged, standing still and placing her little hand upon 
his shoulder, while she looked up anxiously into her 
brother’s face. Pray do not ! she is so delicate and 
cries so much. All, do not tell her, if it is something 
disagreeable.” 


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Army’s face had a slightly puzzled expression upon 
it. “ In the name of heaven,” said he, what shall I 
do then ? I cannot look to grandmamma : it would be 

fruitless, since she is really not in a position to ” 

Army !” whispered the young girl, surmising the 
cause of his embarrassment, “ I think I can help you ; 
wait just one moment, — or no! go on as far as the 
acorn-tree by the lake. I will soon be there.” She ran 
back swiftly over the shadowy road ; the sunbeams shone 
upon her simple white dress, and lighted up her fair 
curls. At the next turn of the road she was lost to view. 

The young man watched her for a while and then 
walked on. What could she be after? It was simply 

impossible for her to know He took a seat on the 

stone bench, and watched the clear water in which the 
blue sky and tall trees were so charmingly reflected. 

How beautiful it is here !” said he, half aloud. If 
she only has a little sense of the beauties of nature, 
she certainly must be pleased.” 

Light footsteps were heard behind him, and turning 
he saw the face of his little sister, all flushed with joy. 

There, Army I” said she, blushing still more as she 
placed a neat little silk purse in his hand ; I really 
do not need it ; no, really and truly do not ; and now, 
you will not tell mamma, will you?” The blue eyes 
of the amiable girl were charmingly lighted up by the 
pleasure of being able to give. Dear, good Army 1” 
she begged, quickly put it in your pocket. It will 
certainly be sufficient.” 

“ No, Nelly, no !” cried he, his face flushed to a dark 
red, your savings ” 


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She quickly placed her hand upon his mouth. 

You provoke me, Army/^ said she ; “ as if a brother 
and sister should not help each other out ! Who 
knows but that I may some time call upon you ? Now, 
then, let us walk on and talk no more about it. Look ! 
what should you say if we had a boat here ? I have 
wished it for a long time; then we could row with 
Blanka and Lottie, couldn’t we? Blanka is not 
proud ?” 

He did not make any reply. At this moment he 
appeared utterly contemptible in his own eyes. He 
quickly turned away his head. 

His sister noticed it. ^^Army,” said she, ^^come 

back soon ! I must hurry to mamma now, for ” 

she could not think of anything to say that she had to 
do for her mother — for I have no time to lose,” she 
called back, and then struck into the nearest road to 
the cast e. 

He slowly followed, with a feeling of shame such as 
he had never experienced before. He had not sent her 
even a trifle for her birthday gift yesterday, and to-day 
she cheerfully gave him her scanty savings. He stood 
still and opened the little silk purse; a few single 
dollars were in it, and something besides wrapped in 
paper. He unfolded it, and found a gold piece and 
also these few words in the handwriting of his mother : 
^^For a new dress for my Nelly.” Evidently the 
young girl had not noticed the words at all, or she 
would have spared him the mortification. He thought 
of the outgrown dress that she had worn yesterday 
and to-day, and how much she must have been pleased 


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at the prospect of a new one. A new dress for five 
dollars ! Why, the bouquet which he had lately sent 
to Blanka, and which she, very probably, had care- 
lessly thrown aside the morning after the ball, had 
cost as much as that! He thought of the elegant 
figure he had never seen attired in any other than a 
heavy silk, or enveloped in a maze of crdpe. What 
contrasts does life present I There before him stood 
the castle, so imposing with its immense fa9ade, its 
many towers, while the son of this proud house did 
not possess enough to — no, it almost drove him to 
despair. 

He hastily turned and strode homewards. His eyes 
unconsciously wandered over the forest and rested 
upon the pointed slate-roof of the paper-mill. All at 
once he laughed outright, and said, audibly, ‘^Yes, 
they have so much the more. One needs only to deal 
in rags and such like, and money like a full stream 
rushes in, — all of which goes to fill the hand of the 
little girl with whom I once played. Kag-miller’s 
Lottie is the richest heiress in the whole neighborhood, 
— truly the division of things in this life is laughable 
in the extreme.” Yet not a sign of laughter could be 
seen in his dark eyes. His sister’s money burnt like 
fire in his hands as he walked rapidly on, with lips 
scornfully compressed. The bright dream of the fu- 
ture had vanished before the galling present, and the 
unpleasantness of his pecuniary circumstances had 
taken hold upon him with full strength. He took the 
piece of paper with his mother’s words on it, and 
placed it in his letter-case ; then he again walked far- 


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ther on, and at the turn of the main road saw old 
Henry coming to meet him as fast as his tired old 
limbs would allow. 

The baroness, your grandmother, requests you to 
come to her immediately,” said he, delivering his mes- 
sage with a good-humored look into the young man^s 
disturbed countenance. 

The baroness paced rapidly to and fro in her room. 
Her haughty face was suffused with a slight flush, and 
her dark eyes were impatiently turned towards the 
portiere through which her grandson would have to 
enter. In her hands she held an open letter, and from 
time to time stood still to read a few words. 

‘^It is incredible,” said she, softly, ^Hhat these 
Konigsberg Derenbergs should be so persistent. Dio 
mio ! what a bitter pill does the Stontheim give me in 
this short letter ! And yet, heaven be thanked that 
the affair is thus settled ! How glad I am that in 
spite of the coolness which had separated us, I insisted 
upon Army’s introducing himself to her.” She glanced 
again at the letter. 

In Armand,” read she, “ I have made the acquaint- 
ance of a nice, refined young man, of a young nobleman 
with all the dignity of the Derenbergs ; and notwith- 
standing the truly short time of our acquaintance, he 
has become very dear to me.” 

The old lady’s lips curled contemptuously. 

“It is my nature, of which you have long since 
been aware,” she read still further, “to express my 
0])inions honestly and absolutely without reserve. 
That we have never understood each other was prob- 


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ably owing to the too great dissimilarity of our views. 
"We have both become old women now, my dear 
Derenberg, and it is perhaps a fit time to make peace 
for the short space of life yet remaining to us. I otfer 
you my hand. Let the past be forgotten. Perhaps 
there was fault upon both sides. And now I should 
like to make you the confidante of a darling wish of 
mine, and which also concerns Army. You have 
already heard through him that a young motherless 
kinswoman, who fills the place of a daughter in my 
lonely heart, and whom I love as though she really 
were my own, is now living in my house. Unless I am 
very much deceived, Armand does not look upon his 
cousin with indifferent eyes. I would sincerely rejoice, 
dear Derenberg, should the two learn to love each 
other ; and in order to present an opportunity, I send 
Blanka to your forest home, under the pretence of 
improving her health. There may each young heart 
find its kindred spirit, so that in Armand I may wel- 
come a son ! You are a prudent woman, dear Deren- 
berg, and I need scarcely request you to give the young 
folks not the slightest intimation of my wishes. I 
hope they will be drawn to each other by a true affec- 
tion. It is possible that Blanka, with her wise little 
head, guesses my intention ; but I have not imparted 
it to her. And now, may heaven to our great joy ac- 
complish the rest ! Meanwhile, once more extending 
my hand in reconciliation, I am, in the hope of 
a speedy answer, dear Derenberg, your Ernestine, 
Countess Stontheim, n^e Derenberg.” 

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good face must actually be put upon a bad play ; this 
Stontheini ! isn’t she deep ! Blanka is her heiress, 
that is evident, and now that she has become acquainted 
with the youth, she would like to arrange things in the 
best way ; with a pleasant countenance I am forced to 
bite into this sour apple, and thank God that it comes 
thus; she is a mischievous character, this Stontheim. 
But a slight hint I must nevertheless give him ; it seems 
that this Blanka is not indifferent to him, and 

Army entered the room at this moment. His grand- 
mother looked smilingly towards him. 

‘‘I have a letter from Aunt Stontheim,” said she, 
standing still and offering him her hand. ^^She an- 
nounces Blanka ; and now, my dear, forget that I so 
unkindly opposed your plan yesterday ! I had a slight 
touch of my megrim, and that put me out of humor ; 
I am really glad that the young lady is to come.” 

Army, who had just raised his curly head from her 
hand, looked up brightly into his grandmother’s face. 

Eeally, grandmamma ?” he exclaimed, thank you ; 
you are relieving my mind of a heavy load ; it was 
very unpleasant to me to think that a burden which 
was not convenient should be laid upon you. May I 
ask what more Aunt Stontheim writes ?” 

The old lady smiled. No, my dear,” said she ; it 
is not well for one to hear too many flattering remarks 
concerning himself.” 

Aunt likes me, then ?” he inquired, quite excitedly, 
stroking his saucy little moustache. 

Aunt thinks you are a good, pleasing youth, and, 
some day, will certainly become a true old Derenberg.” 


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Army’s face clouded over. Is that all ?” 

Especially wheu/’ came roguishly from the delicate 
lips of the grandmother, when a pretty and beloved 
wife stands at your side.” 

^^Did she write that?” he hastily exclaimed, and 
blushed as he vehemently grasped her hand. Dear 
grandmamma, do be good ! Tell me, did she mention 
anything about her, about Blanka? Does she think 
that Blanka loves me too?” 

Army ! Good heaven ! how unworthy of a gen- 
tleman ! Control yourself! Who is talking of Blanka? 
I have said nothing whatever — do you understand? 
Nothing whatever; who is thinking of that? You 
are, forsooth, no more than twenty-one years old !” 

But Army had thrown his arms around his grand- 
mother’s neck, and in spite of her resistance had heartily 
kissed her several times upon the lips, and then rushed 
in the most unceremonious manner from the room. 

Orribile I” said the old lady, rearranging her little 
lace cap, ^^he must be desperately in love with her 
already; if Aunt Stontheim had seen him just now, 
she would scarcely have any more faith in the Deren- 
berg dignity.” She stood absorbed in thought, as 
though trying to recall an incident of times past that 
reminded her of the present exj)erience. Suddenly a 
remembrance of better days came over her; she saw 
herself, as a beautiful young maiden, fall upon the 
neck of the half-blind duenna, and in an ecstasy of 
joy kiss her again and again. And why ? Because, 
out upon the balcony, beneath the blooming oleander, 
and ill the soft evening air, a slender light-complex- 


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ioned man, speaking Italian with a foreign accent, had 
told her so much of an old German castle in the midst 
of a beautiful oak forest, and of an old German lady 
with true blue eyes. ... A mild expression lay around 
her mouth, as she recalled the joy of her youthful heart. 
^‘He surely has my blood in his veins,^^ said she; 

heaven grant that his wishes may be more faithfully 
fulfilled than mine She then sat down at her writing- 
desk, picturing to herself the future in glowing colors ; 
and once more the musing lady saw the old castle with 
all the charm that it once possessed. 

In the meanwhile Army’s restless spirit compelled 
him to wander about the park. A little while ago he 
had almost astounded Nelly by telling her something 
unintelligible about a new dress, a blue one such as 
Blanka wore; he had spoken to his mother, who was 
unable to comprehend her son’s excited actions, about 
making a visit to one of the bathing-places in order to 
recover her health ; if not this year, certainly the next. 
He had then been with Nelly and old Henry, in the 
room which he had selected for Blanka, ordering here 
and commanding there ; his sister had to promise him 
her little sewing-table and her mother’s flower-stand ; 
then he had found fault with the hangings and the 
pictures, had taken the latter down and replaced them 
by others, and informed Nelly more than once that 
instead of the old worn-out material, he would supply 
the curtains and the carpet from his garrison, also a 
new livery for Henry. Finally, he had embraced his 
sister and asked her if she did not think Blanka might 
be a little bit pleased here, and if she did not find the 


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view from that room the prettiest of all ? And without 
awaiting her answer had added, Never mind, little 
sister, how you will wonder when you see her, how you 
will wonder 

Thereupon he had gone out into the old park, and 
now with hasty strides walked through the grass- 
grown pathways ; he longed for the hour of departure, 
that he might tell her how rejoiced they ail were at 
home over her visit. Finally evening came, and after 
a short farewell, and with these words, “A joyous 
meeting soon !” spoken with a very full heart, on that 
delightful spring evening he started for the village in 
order to take the post. At the park-gate he plucked a 
full spray of lilac elder, a greeting to Blanka from his 
home. And at last, at last the postilion sounded his 
horn, and with many blissful thoughts Army rode away 
through the silent country. 

But down at the mill a window was softly opened, 
and a little brown head leaned out, and with tearful, 
longing eyes gazed towards the highway. She knew 
that he was to leave this evening ; he had indeed told 
her so himself, and she had waited and waited for him 
the whole day, but he had not come ; and hark ! there 
sounded the post-horn in the silent night. How sad 
its tone! An echo softly resounded from the forest, 
and gently, quite gently the window was closed again. 


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CHAPTER YL 

There was bad weather the next day. The blue 
sky was hid by a monotonous dull gray, and a gentle 
rain descended upon the beautiful apple-blossoms and 
elders. In the afternoon Lottie stood in her little 
room, and with a sorrowful countenance looked across 
the wet garden in the direction of the castle, whose 
towers appeared wrapped in a gray veil. 

It was an upside-down sort of a day altogether, — 
everything went crooked; something unpleasant had 
occurred in her father’s business affairs ; Muhme was 
provoked because Dorta, contrary to strict orders, had 
left open the stable-door, behind which the turkey-hen 
with her seven little ones lived, and they were now 
wandering about in the rain. She prophesied that the 
little things would all die miserably, and sat rubbing 
her eyes already; Dorta had gotten a good scolding, 
and, with her eyes all red from crying, went moping 
about the house ; and to add to all this, to-day was the 
very day that young Mr. Selldorf, who desired to 
enter into business with her father, had arrived and 
had taken dinner with them. At other times the men 
who came on business took their meals at the house 
where they lived, for Mr. Erving was not willing to 
have his own little circle disturbed ; he made an ex- 
ception to-day only because he was a firm friend of the 
young man’s father. ^So the light-haired young man. 


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with a large blue cravat on, had sat opposite to Lottie 
and occasionally looked at her, which was certainly 
entirely unnecessary, at the same time conversing with 
her father about the state of business, and inquiring 
after the well-being of her mother, all of which had 
been exceedingly tedious. 

To crown all, for the first time since she had taken 
this duty upon her, Lottie had forgotten to feed her 
doves, and now she felt provoked with herself — ^what 
could be the matter with her ? Then she remembered 
how yesterday afternoon, with her work in her hand, 
she had sat beneath the linden until it grew dark, and 
each time that a figure stepped out from among the 
trees, she had started, and her heart had throbbed 
violently, and how it had been only an altogether in- 
different individual coming along the road, the last that 
passed by having been old Marie, who was always 
begging ; and finally — ^then she had gone up-stairs and 
cried. She almost unconsciously shook her head as 
she was obliged to acknowledge it to herself, and 
blushed over and over as she now thought of last night; 
when, unable to sleep on account of her thoughts, she 
had got up again to open the window, and listen to the 
post-horn sounded by the postilion of the stage in which 
Army — ah, yes. Army — rode away so soon again. 

Such horrible weather !” said she, half aloud, taking 
down Geibeks poems from the book-shelf, otherwise 
Nelly would certainly come at last.” She took a seat on 
the small sofa, rested her head in her hand, and turned 
over the leaves of the book without giving much more 
than a hasty glance at the beautiful poems, which, at 


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other times, she enjoyed reading so much. Then slie 
quickly raised her head, and listening, turned towards 
the door, for she heard Muhme’s well-known step com- 
ing along the hall, and presently her kind old face be- 
neath the snow-white cap peeped in at the door. 

^^In the name of common sense, Lottie, where are 
you hid ?” said she, panting for breath. Your face has 
looked as sour as pure vinegar the whole day long, and 
here you sit and read instead of helping me a little 
down-stairs. Y ou know very well that to-day is 
Thursday, and the pastor and his wife are coming. 
Dorta is angry on account of the scolding that she re- 
ceived, and Mena is sulky to keep her company. You 
might very well have helped to dress the pigeons, or 
peel the asparagus, — that is all easy, and you will need 
to know it in your future housekeeping: a thrifty 
house- wife makes all go well. But how pleasant and 
pretty you have it up here said she, suddenly chang- 
ing the subject, as she surveyed the pleasing little 
room, which with clean white paint, the furniture 
covered with blue- and white-striped cotton, and the 
airy curtains at the windows, so plainly indicated a 
young maiden^s chamber. And see how the myrtle- 
yine is thriving ! Oh, yes ! that reminds me of the rea- 
son for my coming up here. Here is something Nelly 
has written to you ; Henry brought it.’’ She drew a 
neat little note from the linen pocket that she wore 
under her apron, and handed it to Lottie, who hurriedly 
oj^ened it. 

Only think, Muhme,” she cried, with surprise, 
they are to have a visitor over at the castle ! Nelly 


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is delighted. It is a cousin, Blanka von Derenberg ; 
and Army is coming home on furlough, and I am to 
visit them very often then !” 

Indeed ?” replied the old woman. 

Yes. l^elly writes that she would have come her- 
self to tell me all about it, but she had no time to-day, 
as she had to help to arrange the room.” 

“They have just heard it for the first time?” in- 
quired the old woman. 

“ Oh, no,” said Lottie ; “ that accounts for Army’s 
having been here, writes Nelly.” 

“Army has been her«?” asked Muhme, looking 
towards the young girl, who suddenly became fiery 
red ; “ and when, then ?” 

“ On Nelly’s birthday,” was the soft response. 

“ Ay, look here ! And you never said a word about 
it, Lottie, although you generally tell me everything !” 
The tone of her voice was somewhat anxious. “ Tell 
me, Lottie, why did you keep it secret ?” she quickly 
asked again. 

“ Because I did not want to hear repeated what you 
said about his having become proud and haughty.” 

“ And why do you not wish to hear that, Lottie ?” 

“ Because it is not true. It was only because he had 
not time, or he would have come.” 

She burst out crying. 

“ But, Lottie, my dear, what is the meaning of this ? 
’Tis not at all sensible in you to cry about such a thing. 
How in the wide world does Army concern you?” 
The old woman spoke angrily, but a heavy load seemed 
all at once to rest upon her heart. “ I meant,” con- 


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tinued she, that what I say of Army should be quite 
indifferent to you. Your path and his no longer run 
side by side, as in your childhood. He is now a fine 
young gentleman, and you a grown-up girl. What is 
to be thought of your shedding such tears V’ 

But Lottie threw herself upon the old woman’s neck. 

Please, Muhme, do not be angry !” sobbed she. It 
is childish in me, but I cannot bear to listen when you 
speak of them over at the castle. We have played so 
happily together, and it always seems to me that when 
you are provoked with Nelly and Army you wipe out 
the sweet remembrance.” 

Muhme shook her head. Child,” said she then, 
“if you knew what bitter sorrow was brought upon 
our house through them !” 

“ But had Army and Nelly anything to do with it?” 

“No, but ” 

“ And yet you yourself always say one should for- 
give one’s enemies.” 

“It is right; but too heavy to be forgotten is an 
injury when it approaches so near one as ” 

“ Oh, let that rest, Muhme !” said Lottie, coaxingly, 
as, smiling through her tears, she looked up into her 

face. “ I will not cry so foolishly again, and you 

will not scold me any more either, will you? I am 
coming down, too, now, and help you to- broil the 
pigeons nice and brown, the way father enjoys eating 
them. Yes? And have you gotten, the radishes 
from the garden, or shall I do it?” She begged and 
coaxed until the old woman pressed a kiss upon her 
mouth, and as they walked across the dimly-lighted 


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passage-way of the upper story, where several heavy 
old linen presses stood, Muhme involuntarily looked 
across to one of several doors, while a deep sigh accom- 
panied the glance. 

‘‘ That was Lisette’s room,” said she, with a decided 
emphasis in her tone. 

The young girl nodded, and tripped lightly down 
the steps. She had heard often indeed of Lisette. 
She knew that she had been her great-aunt, and that 
Muhme always pronounced her name with a certain 
solemnity, but, as she had never been told any partic- 
ulars, the mere fact of her having lived up there did 
not especially interest her. She felt ashamed of her- 
self now for having been so foolish as to shed tears 
before Muhme. What was she really to suppose? 

She might even think that Army She blushed 

at the thought, and began singing as she ran into the 
sitting-room to greet the pastor and his good wife. 
Muhme, however, followed with a sad countenance. 

Father in heaven !” murmured she, in pity spare 
us such another calamity, for a calamity it would be. 
No good has come from there since the old lady came. 
God watch over the young maiden’s thoughts ! She is 
not conscious of it yet, but what I have surmised is 
true : she is fond of Army. Gracious heaven, what is 
to be done ?” 

Thus Muhme, while she prepared the evening meal 
in the spotless kitchen, continued to indulge in useless 
forebodings ; and when she heard Lottie’s clear voice 
from the sitting-room she shook her head ; and at the 
tea-table, gave stolen glances to the smiling counte- 


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nance, from which the last traces of tears had disap- 
peared. 

What a cosey-looking party it was, sitting in the cool 
dining-room at the large, round table covered with a 
snow-white damask cloth. There in the first place 
was the head of the house, with his benevolent, hand- 
some countenance and full beard ; then the pastor, in 
whom could be seen the delight he took in being the 
guest of the friend of his youth ; and Rosina too, his 
stout little wife, who was always jolly, although she 
had a whole row of little children at home, following 
each other like organ-pipes, and for whom she was 
often at a loss to get coats and jackets. Even on 
Thursday evenings at the mill, when she wished to 
recover from the fatigues of the week, she could 
scarcely sit on the sofa next to the miller^s wife with- 
out desperately knitting on the inevitable stocking. 
Not unfrequently Mrs. Erving would smilingly place 
a whole package of finished stockings in her lap, say- 
ing, Now, my dear friend, I have helped you a little, 
so please lay aside all knitting for this evening, and 
sing us a song.’^ And then the pastor’s wife, in her 
soft, high voice, sang some simple little song. After- 
wards, however, she mechanically took up her knitting 
again, and smiling, said, “Do you leave me alone, 
Minna, I cannot help it.” The miller’s wife seemed 
especially bright this evening, and conversed at great 
length with Rosina about household affairs and so 
forth. Lottie joked with her father and the pastor. 
Muhme alone was silent, and had not a smile even for 
the comments of praise that were excited by her excel- 


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lent cookery. Not a taste did she take of the light 
Mosel wine, standing so enticingly before her. 

And do yon know, my dear friend,’’ said Mr. Er- 
ving, “ that I have here now a son of our old school 
friend, Selldorf?” 

^^Selldorf’s son? You don’t say so! How have 
affairs turned out with him then ?” 

He has a large chemical manufactory in Thu- 
ringia.” 

Indeed I and the young man is to 

The youth is to get an insight into my business, 
because his father intends to establish a paper factory, 
vulgarly called a rag-mill. Selldorf has had surpris- 
ingly good luck. He entered as a bookkeeper into the 
establishment which he now possesses himself, married 
the only daughter of his principal, and so was a made 
man. He has a wise head on his shoulders, and is 
out and out an honest character. When you see the 
youth, you will be surprised by the striking resem- 
blance to his father : the same light, curly hair ; the 
same eyes. It seemed to me I had become a youth 
again when he stood before me.” 

And where is he then ?” 

Over in the counting-room. I do not make the 
slightest distinction between him and the rest of the 
young people. He took dinner here to-day, but it is 

just as well ^you know I am very loath to have my 

family circle disturbed.” 

The pastor nodded. ^^I must really have a good 
look at him. And what does Lottie say to it?” he 
jokingly asked the young girl. 


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Nothing at all,” she replied. 

“That is very little,” laughed the pastor. “But, 
apropos, Lottie, it occurs to me that Army was here. 
I saw him coming from the post when he first arrived. 
But what a handsome youth he has become ! Did 
you see him, little one ?” 

Lottie nodcied, but her face had become very red. 
Muhme gave her a very piercing look. 

“ It pains me, however, very much indeed,” con- 
tinued the pastor, “ that he does not consider it worth 
his while to come to see us. It is not proper for him 
not to recognize his old instructor, — that is a trait of 
the old baroness.” 

“ You are not the only one that complains,” said the 
miller’s wife: “he has not been here either; but 
Nelly comes to see us.” 

“ A very lovely girl,’^the pastor’s wife remarked. 

“ Resembling her grandfather* very much,” Muhme 
now said. “ He was a fine gentleman. Ah, well I 
those ^ whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth.’ ” 

“ He lived very unhappily indeed with his wife, did 
he not ?” remarked the pastor’s wife, turning towards 
the old woman. 

“Oh, my dear friend, wherever she goes misfor- 
tune follows. She not only reduced her own family, 
but brought trouble and sorrow enough upon other 
homes.” 

“Yes; her domestic management must have been 
very nonsensical,” nodded the reverend man. “One 
hears a good deal from the village people.” 

“ Oh, our family too might have something to say 


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with regard to that ; isn’t that so, Muhme ?” said the 
miller. 

The Almighty One knows,” cried the old woman, 
the tears that have flowed on account of this woman ! 
He has counted them all,” nodded she, hastily rising 
and leaving the room. 

There could be no possible harm,” she murmured, 
as she walked to and fro in her own chamber and 
thought over all that so troubled her, there could be 
no possible harm in my telling the story to Lottie : it 
might give her a little insight.” 

Then, having searched for the key, she went softly 
out of the room and up a step or two, and unlocked 
the door of Lisette’s little bedroom. 

The room that she entered was a small one, and in 
the fast-approaching twilight one could scarcely dis- 
tinguish the simple furniture. A bureau with polished 
brass knobs, and over it a looking-glass in a wooden 
frame, with an ornament and flourishes carved on the 
top, stood between the windows. A narrow bedstead 
painted green, with rich garlands of roses on the head- 
board; before it a small three-legged table, with an 
inlaid star on the top of it, and against the opposite 
wall a high-backed, thin-legged sofa that very natur- 
ally squeaked as Muhme sat down upon it ; over the 
bed hung a little black crucifix beneath a brilliantly 
colored picture of a young girl with a dove in her 
hand ; between the bed and the window stood a ward- 
robe, made of dark wood, with inlaid figures, while 
at the other window was a little sewing-table, before 
which stood an old-fashioned high-backed chair. A 


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withered wreath, tied with a knot of pale blue ribbon, 
hung beneath the mirror, contrasting singularly with 
the bright, fresh garland of elder-blossoms in the old 
cut-glass dish on the bureau. Every year when the 
elder-bushes were in bloom Muhme placed the last 
tokens of love here, for the former inmate had so 
dearly loved those blossoms ; and this season ever re- 
called painful and yet sweet remembrances in the heart 
of the old woman. 

Thus on this evening she once more sat in the prefty 
Lisette’s little room, the past and the present blended 
in her mind. It seemed to her that she was a fresh 
young girl again ; the slender figure of her friend stood 
there by the window, and with her beautiful blue eyes 
full of longing wistfully gazed towards the south 
tower of the castle. He is coming, Marie, he is com- 
ing ! I have seen the light she had often cried, clap- 
ping her hands in blissful joy ; then they went down 
into the garden, and there in the jasmine-arbor, there, 
in becoming modesty, sat the two handsome, happy 
lovers. 

And then ? 

Then on yonder bed rested the beautiful form, 
crushed down by the weight of sorrow. 

Was not once enough to witness such grief? Heaven 
spare my treasure, my Lottie she prayed, leaning her 
head against the back of the sofa. Her hands, tightly 
clasped, sank in her lap, while the tears gushed from 
her eyes. Then two little hands took hold of her own, 
a soft cheek was pressed against hers, and as she looked 
up a pair of deep blue eyes were gazing at her, while 


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a soft voice asked, Why are you crying, Muhme ? 
Are you still angry with me ?” 

The old woman did not reply immediately ; for one 
moment it seemed to her that she saw a beautiful 
vision, but then she asked, What are you doing 
here, Lottie 

Pardon me, Muhme ! I was looking for you down 
in your room; they talked so much about a Baron 
Fritz and great-aunt Lisette, that I wanted to ask you 
please to tell me something about them, and that is 
why I followed you here.” 

^^You have come just in the right time, Lottie! 
Let them talk down-stairs as much as they please, no 
one knows it so well as myself. It is true I did not 
wish you to know for some time yet what a kaleid- 
oscope this life is, but it is better for you. Come, 
sit down !” 

The young girl obeyed, after having timidly glanced 
around the room, into which, when quite a small child, 
she had once taken a peep only, while Muhme smoothed 
down her apron, and having once more folded her 
hands, was prepared to relate the story to Lottie ; but 
she seemed to hesitate. Should she relate the sad 
story to the young girl, and infuse hatred and enmity 
and mistrust into her pure mind ? The young maiden 
sitting in mute expectation by her side was really only 
a child; surely Army would very soon vanish from 
her mind, — no, she dared not tell the melancholy his- 
tory. And yet — if it should be repeated and she had 
not warned her darling ! “ Oh, heaven above !” mur- 
mured she, softly, what shall I do ?” 


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“ First open the window, Lottie,” she begged ; the 
air in here is very close.” 

The young girl opened both sashes; the rain had 
ceased, only a gentle dripping from leaf to leaf 
sounded from the trees, and that fresh earthy odor 
that always fills the air after a shower came in at the 
open window. 

Lottie,” said she, almost inaudibly. 

Muhme ?” replied the young girl, stroking the old 
woman’s face. 

Lottie, you I think it would be better for you 

not to visit Nelly so much ; hereafter, I mean later, 
when Army comes again with his cousin,” she sooth- 
ingly said, as Lottie, with an expression of surprise, 
turned her head towards her. 

Listen, it is not — I think — I ” she stammered, 

and then became silent. 

^‘Please don’t talk of that; tell me rather about 
Lisette,” coaxed the maiden, in her anxiety lest 
Muhme should touch again upon the dreaded theme. 

What shall I say of Lisette ?” hastily cried the old 
woman. I say that she was the most beautiful crea- 
ture on God’s earth, and that she died only because — 

because Listen, Lottie! if any one ever says a 

word against your great-aunt, do you contradict it ; for 
a purer heart never beat, but none either was ever 
broken in such a heartless manner.” 

She was silent for a while. 

“Do not go any more to the castle, Lottie,” she 
continued, while she vehemently seized the young girl’s 
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exactly how it was, — it will not pass my lips, — ^you will 

learn it later, but believe me there is no good the 

old baroness, she ” 

Is that connected with the story of Aunt Lisette 
asked the young girl. Tell me, Muhme, please, oh 
please !” 

“ I say neither yes nor no, Lottie,’’ answered she ; 

but this much I say,” she exclaimed, solemnly : the 
end has not yet come; and should she be still more 
reduced upon this earth, and should she come to this 
house as a beggar, I would thrust her out and let her 
seek further, for wherever she steps curses follow to all 
eternity ; but once in my life I should like to tell her 
to her face that she ” 

Muhme !” exclaimed Lottie, with a sudden gesture, 
and so loudly that the old woman was startled and sud- 
denly ceased talking. 

“ It is well,” murmured she. I will say nothing 
further. But you must not be so unfortunate as 

Lisette. I could not possibly survive it again, if 

Ah, heaven above ! my child, I did not wish to pain 
you, I only wanted to warn you, Lottie,” continued 
she, drawing the sobbing girl to her bosom. ^^You 
shall not lose your little friend, not for the world! 
But look, foolish thoughts are very apt to creep into a 
youthful heart. Lottie, child,” she whispered, anx- 
iously, you know, don’t you, that I meant kindly ?” 

Lottie nodded. “ Yes ; I know that you meant it all 

kindly, Muhme; but ” She stopped; she felt a 

pang at her heart deeper than she had ever before ex- 
perienced in her life. 


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In the sitting-room down-stairs they still sat and 
chatted with each other about old times, about pretty 
Lisette and Baron Fritz, and now the pastor’s little 
wife seated herself at the piano, and in feeling tones 
sang a short song, — 


“ Above their grave grows a linden, they say ; 
The birds twitter in it, and the breezes play ; 
And sitting beneath, on a spot so green. 

The miller and his beloved are seen. 


“ The winds, they blow so coldly and madly ; 

The birds, they sing so softly and sadly ; 

The chatting lovers become silent, they sigh, 

They weep, and yet they themselves know not why.’’ 

But where is our little Lottie ?” she then inquired ; 
she must certainly sing too.” 

But Lottie still sat by Muhme’s side, and as the 
song from below reached her ear she wept also, and 
yet she herself knew not why. A mist seemed to de- 
scend before her eyes, veiling the golden time of youth, 
with all its joyous sports and bright sunshine; the 
faces of two laughing children ever vanished little by 
little, and the mist became thicker and thicker until it 
seemed a solid wall, and before it stood the proud 
beautiful lady of the castle, with her wonderful black 
eyes and blue velvet dress ; she extended her hand as 
though warding Lottie off, and seemed to say, What 
do you want here ? you do not belong to us. You are 
rag-miller’s Lottie: turn back, or it will be the death of 

you. Kemember Lisette, the pretty Lisette, and ” 

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Then Lottie hurriedly sprang up and escaped from the 
little room into her own, and there threw herself upon 
the bed, shedding tears over a something which as 
yet she scarcely comprehended, scarcely understood 
aright, and which, with its departure, made her life 
appear so vague, so sad. 

But Mull me stood at her door and listened to the 
grievous sobbing within. God in heaven said she, 
softly, “ my suspicion was a true one. Array is very 
dear to her ; the right time for me to warn her had 
indeed come ; better to cry now than then. Poor little 
thing ! Yes, first love is indeed so sweet.” 

The visitors below were just about departing, and 
Muhme distinctly heard the farewell words that were 
spoken. “ Yes, yes, Bernhard, such is life,” said the 
pastor, as a concluding remark to a previous conversa- 
tion; ^Gt has both pain and pleasure. Well, if we as 
old folks ever sit here chatting about past times, it is 
to be hoped that the history will not be so sad as that 
of this evening, and that we shall be able to say then 
to the grandchildren, ^ Look, children, we have fared 
better than we have deserved.' Ah, Bernhard, I 
already see you as a grandfather, and Lottie by the 
side of a fine young man here at the mill; it will 
come by and by, just as surely as one day follows 
another. Now heaven preserve you until we meet 
again at Whitsuntide, the second holiday! On the 
third you are to come to make us a visit : isn't it so, 
Bosina ?” 

Good-night, good-night ! Say good-night to Lottie 
and Muhme.” 


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All became silent in the house. In Lottie’s room 
alone the heavy sobs were not hushed, and not until 
late did the old woman descend the steps and enter 
her own little room. “ Now she is asleep,” she mur- 
mured. Heaven send her a joyful awakening and 
love of life, and with it much love and happiness! 
She is still young, so young, and life is so difficult and 
long for many, for the most of us I” 


CHAPTER yil. 

The Saturday before Whitsunday had come. The 
bright sun from the blue sky above smiled down upon 
the earth below, kissed open the many little rose-buds 
in the garden of the rag-mill, peeped through the 
white-figured curtains of the sitting-room, and blazed 
hotly on the sandstone bench near the front door. 
Muhme stood in the garden, plucking flowers in her 
apron. Lottie was helping her. She had a large 
round straw hat on her head, and garden gloves on 
her little hands, and was searching out the prettiest of 
all the blossoms to cut. Her face had an altered ex- 
})ression upon it. Her eyes especially appeared to 
liave lost entirely their usual brightness, and were not 
at all so joyous as would be in accord with such a 
bright, smiling spring day. A pair of swallows from 
the roof darted, chirping, past them, and took their 
flight far up into the blue ether. Everything in the 


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house was very neat and bright; even up-stairs the 
window of the old-fashioned spare-room was thrown 
wide open to admit the fresh morning air ; and every- 
where there was an odor of holiday cakes and dainties. 
Over in the work-rooms and factory the whirr and 
clatter of machinery was hushed : the workmen too 
were preparing at home for their holiday. Mr. Er- 
ving was very willing to give them a free day, — the 
work went on so much more cheerfully for it after- 
wards. 

This morning early the book-keeper and the two 
other young men from the counting-house had joyously 
started off on a short Whitsuntide tour. Mr. Selldorf 
alone remained behind. He contentedly sauntered to 
and fro on the bank of the mill brook, and amused 
himself by watching the sunbeams dancing upon the 
water, and the myriads of tiny little fishes tha,t in 
such a sunny spot darted so comically in and out. 
Every ^ow and then he stole a glance over towards 
the garden in the hope of seeing a large white straw 
hat with blue ribbons, beneath which glanced a pair of 
deep, lovely eyes, such as he had never before seen in 
his life. 

At the open window of the sitting-room, overlook- 
ing the garden, Mrs. Erving sat sewing loops of sky- 
blue ribbon on Lottie’s white holiday dress. She 
nodded to her husband, who had just come in, and 
pointed out to him the two figures among the flowers 
in the garden. 

See, Erving, how Muhme pets our little girl 
said she, smiling. ^^She always has humored the 


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cliild, but for some time back it has gotten to be worse 
than ever.” 

Let her alone, Minna,” answered Erving. She 
is in good hands with Muhme. To my mind, she has 
looked a little pale lately ; and do you know what else 
I think? She has not been over to the castle for a 
whole week, and yet Nelly has been here three times.” 

‘^Yes, such are girlish caprices; perhaps the two 
have had some slight misunderstanding. But she is 
certainly going there to-morrow. I thought she had 
mentioned it.” 

To-morrow ?” said Erving. How ? why, young 
Selldorf is to be our guest. How are we two alone to 
entertain him ?” 

“ Oh, she wonT stay over there long. There are 
visitors at the castle, — the cousin whom Nelly men- 
tioned and Army ; and as Lottie has always gone there 
to wish them a joyous holiday, she could scarcely omit 
it this time,” said Mrs. Erving, entreatingly. 

He nodded, rather absent-mindedly. Selldorf is a 
fine young man,” said he then. His wife looked at 
him and smiled significantly, while he smiled back 
at her. 

Now I know what you are thinking of, old fellow,” 
cried she, joyously. 

He leaned over her chair. Really, Minna ? Well, 
and would it be so dreadful then? You see, I must 
some time or other have a son-in-law who is suitable 
for the business, and he is a splendid fellow. I have 
gotten a little insight into his nature, — the same upright 
character as his father.” 

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Dear husband V’ said she, and her large beautiful 
eyes looked up at him almost beseechingly, I pray 
you, make no plans. She is only a child as yet.” 

^^Were you then any older when you became my 
wife, Minna 

‘^No, Bernhard; but ” 

And have we not then been very happy together 
so far, and hope still to be so in the future ?” 

She nodded, and reaching for her handkerchief 
pressed it to her eyes. “ I did not mean that,” said 
she, while he seized her hand and threw his arm 
around her ; but I should so much like to keep her 
for a little while all to myself, entirely undivided, for 

who knows how long I ” She broke off, and tried 

to suppress the gushing tears. 

Now let it alone,” pleaded she, as she noticed an 
expression of sadness come over his face. I feel so 
fearfully depressed to-day — don’t go away!” She 
smiled at him again. Look, Erving, I will rejoice 
too when you secure a worthy man, but he must be 
just as good and as honorable as you.” 

He gazed fondly into her eyes. The very best 
must he be,” said he, corroborating her remark, and 
you are to decide.” 

Erving,” said she, reflectingly, and looked towards 
the slender figure walking up the garden path with her 
apron full of fiowers, Erving, I must see after your 
Selldorf over there.” 

Do so, Minna,” answered he, letting go her hand ; 

you will learn to know a noble nature.” And with 
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left her to her dreams. The light work slipped from 
her lap. Her thoughts flew far into the future, and 
by degrees a faint, happy smile came around her 
lips. 

And now the morning of Whitsunday had dawned. 
Two bright-green May-poles, as straight as.>^wo giant 
pins, stood before the front entrance of the ’mill, and 
from their topmost points bright red ribbons waved 
in the warm spring breeze. The pigeons all sat in a 
row on the roof, cooing and trimming their feathers ; 
and Peter, who so proudly from his box controlled the 
spirited bays, had likewise a red ribbon tied on his 
whip, and fresh branches of birch-tree stuck in the 
sides of the commodious open carriage. The church- 
bells from the village now rang out upon the air, and 
Mena, — Dorta had to stay at home to-day to do the 
cooking, — in her prettiest holiday gear, with her hymn- 
book in her hand, passed by the carriage and slyly 
nodded to Peter. Mr. Erving too came from the 
house, and now helped his wife into the carriage, 
Lottie and Muhme entered after them. The former, 
in her airy white dress and blue ribbons, looked prettier 
than ever, and Muhme was gorgeous in a black silk 
dress. Her cap to-day was ornamented with lace and 
ribbons, and in her hand she held her hymn-book, 
besides her handkerchief and a little nosegay. Lottie 
too had a few rosebuds in her hand. 

Dorta closed the carriage-door with a click. 

Don’t let the chickens burn !” warned Muhme. 

Indeed, no !” answered she, nodding, as she looked 
towards the young girl. Pray for me too, miss 


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Lottie nodded. ^^And why should I particularly 
pray for you ?” she asked, with a smile. 

Oh, because you must certainly be one of heaven’s 
favored ones !” said Dorta. 

Mr. Erving laughed. Well, Peter, forward now !” 
and so the carriage rolled on towards the village, while 
its inmates had enough to do to reply to the many 
greetings with which they were hailed on all sides. 
At the pastor’s house the flowers fairly rained into 
Lottie’s lap, while the tittering little scamps hid them- 
selves behind the hedge, and when the carriage had 
passed by, shouted after it, Good-morning, Aunt 
Lottie, Aunt Lottie !” 

At the church-door stood Mr. Selldorf ; he blushed 
over and over again when he offered his hand to Lottie 
as she stepped out of the carriage, and when he asked 
permission of Mr. Erving to sit in his pew. Thus he 
sat on the bench by her side during the service, for 
Muhme had taken a seat with Lottie’s parents on the 
front row — honor to whom honor is due ! Mrs. Erving 
and the pastor’s wife, who, with her two oldest boys, 
sat in the minister’s gave stolen glances to each 
other, while Mr. Otto Selldorf, who looked around the 
little church in which the pious parishioners had assem- 
bled in great numbers, noticed that all eyes were di- 
rected upon his charming little neighbor. But there 
she sat with her head lowly bowed, her little hands 
folded in one another and quietly resting in her lap, 
and her lips gently moving ; during^ the whole service 
her eyes were lowered, and once indeed it seemed to 
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upon her white dress. But no, that certainly could 
not be ; what cause indeed could such a charming crea- 
ture have for shedding tears on such a delightful 
Whitsunday ? 

But when, after the pastor had pronounced the bless- 
ing, and the congregation had begun to sing the closing 
hymn, she raised her blue eyes again they shone as 
peacefully and brightly as ever. 

On the homeward drive Lottie rejoiced in the bright 
sunshine, and in the animated scene along the highway, 
and when they reached the large linden Peter drew in 
his reins and she sprang out of the carriage. My 
love to Nelly, Lottie !” Muhme called after her, and 
with light footsteps she tripped along the shady road. 
Her heart indeed began to ^ throb as she now turned 
into the linden avenue ; she removed her hat and 
walked more slowdy ; even now she caught a glimpse 
of the wide portal, and the two stone bears seemed to 
raise their paws more menacingly to-day than ever. 
She stood still for a moment and pressed her hand to 
her beating heart ; she would much rather have turned 
back, but what would Nelly think if she did not come 
once, Nelly, whom she usually visited almost daily? 
She would come to the conclusion that she was afraid 
of the strange cousin. No ! forward only. 

She walked rapidly to the end of the avenue, but 
then stopped suddenly with surprise; for not far in 
front of her on the turf, in the shade of the grand old 
trees encircling the open space in front of the castle, 
and before one of the sandstone benches, stood a set 
table, before which the younger baroness sat in one of 
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the high-backed chairs; her position, however, was 
such that her back was turned towards the approach- 
ing maiden. Her mother-in-law had taken a seat 
opposite, and was eagerly reading a newspaper. A 
number of cups and dishes plainly indicated that on 
this beautiful morning they had breakfasted out in the 
open air. Lottie ventured to go no farther. The old 
lady raised her eyes and checked the young girl ; at 
her first glance she was so startled that she let fall 
upon the stone seat one of the frail cups, breaking it 
into bits. Even before Lottie was able to reach the 
table she cried out angrily to her, — 

How unsuitable, to frighten us so 
Good-morning, Lottie,’/ said the daughter-in-law ; 
she raised herself from htr seat and offered her hand 
to the young girl. ^ 

I beg pardon,” said Lottie, addressing herself to 
the elder baroness. I was here several minutes Idc- 
fore making myself known, for I was afraid of dis- 
turbing you.” Her remark sounded so tranquil after 
the passionate words of the elder baroness. And,” 
continued she, I have come for a few minutes only, 
to wish you all a joyous holiday, as I have done every 
year, and to see Nelly.” 

‘^Sit down, Lottie,” said the younger baroness. 
“ Nelly will be here presently ; she has gone out for a 

little while in the park with Blanka and Army, and 

there she is now ! I hear her talking.” 

The old lady impatiently shrugged her shoulders as 
Lottie quietly seated herself on the sandstone seat 
and sympathetically inquired after the well-being of the 


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pale lady, from whose face the slight flush that the few 
unkind words had called to her cheeks had vanished 
again. 

Meanwhile the voices approached nearer, and Lottie 
plainly distinguished the full, rich, and deep tone of 
her once playmate. A hot, suffocating sensation came 
over her, and for a moment confused her tranquil 
mind, but then the expression of her eyes became one 
of greatest astonishment, for there, to one side of the 
empty sandstone basin of the fountain, she saw by 
Army’s side a young lady whose foreign appearance 
laid claim to her whole attention. 

Was it a grown-up young lady, or only a child that 
sat with such fairy-like grace upon the horse ? And 
now she exclaimed in a sweet voice, but with the tone 
of a spoilecf child, — 

Let go. Army ! let go ! I want to ride all alone 
past Aunty.’^ 

Army withdrew, and the horse came towards them 
with a slow pace ; with each movement- of the animal 
the white, lace-trimmed dress waved like an airy cloud 
about the neat figure sitting so securely upon its back ; 
the eyes were deeply set in the pale countenance, but 
across the forehead and waving down the back there 
glimmered, like gold in the hot sunshine, the rich, 
luxuriant, red hair of a woman. 

“Superb, Blanka !’’ exclaimed Army, whose gaze 
seemed to hang upon the charming creature. “ Superb ! 
Miss Elise at Renz does not ride any better.’^ 

He walked slowly at some little distance from her 
side, and stopped near the table, then turned the hofse 


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and came directly towards the group. The old lady^s 
eyes sparkled with pleasure, for she had once been a 
much-admired horsewoman, and is not riding considered 
one of the most noble passions ? 

Meravigliay my angel V* cried she, as the young 
lady now stopped, and, assisted by Army, slid lightly 
down from the saddle ; “ you have the horse marvel- 
lously under control ; but, mia cara ! how can you ride 

in this burning sun without a hat ? I beg you 

your beautiful complexion ! In the country one must 
always ” 

Have no care. Aunty ; I never sunburn.” She 
threw herself negligently into the rocking-chair that 
Army pushed towards her, without noticing the young 
girl opposite. 

^^Miss Charlotte Erving, Nelly’s friend,” said the 
younger baroness at that moment, introducing her, 
and my niece, Blanka von Derenberg.” Blanka 
raised her eyebrows, and with a slight nod of the head, 
without, however, altering her easy position, replied to 
the graceful courtesy of the young maiden. Yet her 
dark eyes for one moment were fixed wonderingly 
upon her ; then she reached for her ivory fan hanging 
at her side, opened it, and behind this screen concealed 
a yawn. 

Army had bowed politely, and to his mother’s ques- 
tion as to where Nelly was, replied that she was very 
probably strolling somewhere about the park. At the 
same instant Henry came and led the horse away. The 
old man looked so stately in his new brown livery 
that at first Lottie scarcely recognized him, and looked 


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at him with an expression of surprise. The young 
lady in the rocking-chair evidently noticed this, for a 
somewhat sarcastic smile played for a moment around 
the small, full mouth ; she rocked herself more 
violently, but then suddenly stopped. 

What do you do here all day asked she, while 
another yawn was concealed behind the fan. 

We shall take a walk this afternoon,” quickly an- 
swered Army. There are some charming forest paths 
around here.” 

Take a walk ?” 

‘^We have, alas! no carriage at our disposition,” 
was tlie simple remark of the younger baroness. 

The old lady smiled scornfully. ^^Your remark 
was very superfluous, Cornelia.” 

“ Are you not fond of walking. Cousin Blanka ?” 
said Army, who had seated himself on the bench oppo- 
site his mother. 

In o I” she said, emphatically, without raising her 
eyes. 

The young officer bit his lip. 

Couldn’t we get the bailitf’s carriage for a few 
hours ?” he then inquired. What do you say, grand- 
mamma ?” 

“ That it is a rather remarkable idea. Army. You 
could scarcely desire any one to take a seat in that ante- 
diluvian-looking turn-out.” 

But, grandmamma, at any rate, I believe we 
should not be able to procure the carriage to-day, 
for the family usually take a ride themselves on Sun- 
day.” 


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“ I disclaim against that plan once for all,” protested 
the old lady. 

Might I otfer our carriage, perhaps ?” asked Lottie. 

Father would certainly be very much pleased to ” 

That would be a good plan !” cried Army. ‘‘If 
you are pleased with the idea, Blanka, we will accept 
it ; will we not, grandmamma ?” 

“ Thanks,^’ answered the latter. Blanka, however, 
said neither yes nor no. She cast one of her scrutiniz- 
ing, astonished glances at the maiden, standing there in 
her simple white dress : who was she, then ? 

“ Well, do you decide. Cousin Blanka !” entreated 
Army. 

“Yes, do you decide!” repeated the grandmother, 
while a very disagreeable smile played about her 
mouth. “ Whitsunday does not come every day, and 
the proud horses have no time on work-days, because 
they — they are harnessed to the rag-wagon.” 

“ Father’s carriage-horses are not working-horses,” 
said Lottie, pressing her lips together. “ They would 
have no time for that, because father designs them 
especially for my mother, to whom walking is very 
fatiguing.” 

“ I do not wish to ride to-day,” announced Blanka, 
who at the word rags had given a little shudder. 

“ Have you many neighbors about here ?” she in- 
quired. 

“ Oh, yes,” answered Army, pleasantly. “ Yet we 
exchange visits with no one; you know, without an 
equipage ” 

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family with whom one could associate in a pleasant 
manner/^ added the elder baroness. 

Ah !’’ said Blanka, and again leaned back in her 
chair, while she drew forward her long golden hair 
and began twisting a lock around her finger. 

Army’s face had become very red, and he threw a 
hasty glance towards Lottie, who had suddenly arisen. 
The lovely little face appeared deathly pale, and a tear 
glistened in her large eyes. 

I must take leave without having spoken to Nelly.” 

She will ‘be very sorry, Lottie,” said the invalid 
lady at her side, offering her hand to her. Perhaps 
you will meet her in the park. E-emember me to your 
parents and to Muhme !” 

Thank you, kind lady,” answered Lottie, and, with 
a bow to the rest, turned away. The old lady’s dark 
eyes, with an expression of scorn scarcely to be de- 
scribed, followed the slender figure of the young girl. 

Thank goodness !” exclaimed she, drawing a long 
breath. I do not know why it is, but the presence 
of that girl puts me out of humor every time, and 
always provokes me to anger : she has such an abomi- 
nable habit of boasting of their wealth. What arro- 
gance to offer their carriage ! And you. Army, would 
have accepted it in a minute ! To appear in the rag- 
rn filer’s carriage, which every child recognizes, — incon- 
ceivable in you !” 

At this moment Nelly came hastily from the avenue. 
Her light curls surrounded her overheated face. The 
neat, but more than plain muslin dress was short enough 
to display her feet in small but not any too fine leather 


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shoes, and the black silk apron, one could see, was 
indeed very well preserved, but the time had long since 
gone by when it had been new. 

^^What has happened to Lottie?’’ she breathlessly 
asked, as she came nearer : she is crying.” 

“ First of all, Nelly, I should like to ask you where 
you have been until now, and to tell you that it is 
very unsuitable for a young lady to run so, — and in 
these clothes ?” 

Grandmamma,” cried she, laughing heartily, ^^how 
comical you are ! As if I possessed any other costume 
than this muslin dress ! ’Tis simply impossible for me 
to put on my black confirmation dress on this beautiful 
day!” 

Blanka turned her head, and one of those cold 
glances of hers wandered over the despised muslin 
dress; her lady’s maid would have declined a dress 
like that! Army, however, colored deeply; he now 
remembered the gold piece wrapped in the little note, 
his sister’s birthday gift ; where then was the note ? 

Why was Lottie crying ?” repeated the young girl, 
impatiently ; she would not tell me.” 

No one replied. Army, do tell me !” she begged, 
while her eyes filled with tears. 

“ The little thing seems to be very sensitive,” ex- 
plained his grandmother for him. I said something 
quite in the usual way, and it has mightily offended 
her pride ; but it is always so with these people : they 
place themselves upon an equality with us, and cannot 
endure being reminded of such presumption.” 

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which her grandmother had pronounced the two 
words, “ these people,’^ she had heard enough to under- 
stand. 

It is too warm for me here,” continued the elder 
baroness, and I shall withdraw to my room. Visitors 
will be welcome at any moment,” said she, rising and 
looking smilingly towards the young lady in the rock- 
ing-chair. Her dark eyes could light up with such a 
charming, amiable expression in them. 

' I will accompany you, mamma,” said her daughter- 
in-law, also rising. Nelly, you will stay here for a 
while ?” 

The young girl took a seat by her cousin’s side. 
She had imagined her cousin to be so entirely dif- 
ferent, had rejoiced in the expectation of maidenly 
chit-chat, and then on yesterday there had arrived an 
elegant, fragile-looking young lady, whose dark eyes 
coldly wandered over surroundings and persons. They 
had not yet exchanged one hearty word ; Blanka spoke 
more with her eyes, and these stars seemed to say. 
How tedious it is here ! On her arrival, the grand- 
mother, and also the mother, had viewed with joyous 
surprise the dainty figure with the mass of wavy, 
reddish hair. The former had assured Nelly that she 
would never have believed the little red-haired 
Blanka, the scrofulous child,” could have become such 
a piquant beauty. A piquant beauty ! Nelly scarcely 
comprehended aright the meaning of the epithet 
piquant,” but that her cousin was beautiful, yes, that 
she perceived too ; she was especially sensible of it at 
this moment when the long lashes had veiled the cold 


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eyes; the pale oval countenance beneath the high- 
arched brows, whose black ^olor contrasted so singu- 
larly with the light hair, and surrounded by the golden 
mass as by a halo, presented an indescribably charming 
sight. She was indeed an image of the noble lady in 
the picture-gallery ; just so was the bearing of the little 
head, beautifully united by a slender throat to the deli- 
cate shoulders ; according to the fashion, a few short 
little locks fell upon her white forehead ; a smile lay 
around the little mouth, as she played with her ivory 
fan and caressingly stroked her cheek with its smooth 
surface. 

Army stood leaning against the trunk of the old 
linden, and, lost in thought, gazed over at her. There 
she was in the house of his fathers ! AVith what joyous 
throbbings of the heart had he awaited her, and now it 
seemed to him that, like a little imprisoned bird, she 
would fly away from this solitude to the bright, happy 
life without. She was so cold ; even at her truly 
charmingly-arranged room, that had cost him so much 
thought and- trouble, she had scarcely vouchsafed a 
glance. Heavens! It was truly inconceivably friv- 
olous I The expenses amounted to more than the salary 
that he received for two years’ time. But, bah ! when 
once he firmly holds that little hand within his own, 
then this whole affair will be but a trifle. So grand- 
mamma had secretly said to his mother, who with a dis- 
tressed countenance observed the hangings, the new 
livery for old Henry, and the servant who had come 
with a bright chestnut horse, Blanka’s riding-horse, 
that now stood in the long untenanted stall ; there was 


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even a genuine cook hired for the occasion, who was 
bustling about the large kitchen now, — and all this for 
that little fairy who so uninterestedly sat there ! 

Army sighed, and looked over towards the imposing 
dwelling standing there in the dazzling mid-day sun. 
The bright beams glistened upon the pointed slate roof, 
and just then the comely maid leaned out of the win- 
dow of Blanka’s room, and then closed it. 

How devoid of reason that girl is !’’ exclaimed 
Blanka, as she sprang up suddenly from her chair. 
“ She knows that I prefer the warm air to the terribly 
damp atmosphere of that high old room ! Nelly, tell 
her she is to leave the window open.” 

The young girl fairly ran to the castle. She was 
evidently very glad to escape from the oppressive 
tediousness. 

Which is really my room. Army? One is con- 
fused by so many windows,” said Blanka. 

There, cousin,” pointed Army, coming nearer to 
her ; ^Hhere in the second story. Your dressing-room 
is close to the tower.” 

Ah, that is the door then, so artistically concealed 
by the green hanging. I could not comprehend 
wdiether a closet or a door was hidden behind the 
firmly-fastened folds. Besides,” continued she, why 
was not the tower-room given to me? It must be 
delightful with its round windows, and I should like 
to have had a view of the surrounding country.” 

I am really very sorry, Blanka,” said he. " I had 
the same idea, but grandmamma seemed to have special- 


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Indeed ? It is haunted perhaps,” she merrily in- 
terrupted. 

Army laughed. Ah, no, cousin ; at least I know 
nothing about it. It must be haunted then by the 
young nobleman of Streitwitz, who killed himself on 
account of your prototype, as the chronicle relates.” 

She overheard the last words. Army, I beg you, 
secure the tower-room for me ;” her voice had the sweet 
tone of an entreating child. 

^‘I will speak to grandmamma once more, Blanka.” 

But soon. Army, soon !” she exclaimed, and smiled 
sweetly at him. 

He looked at her, enraptured. Certainly ! — 

directly !”* he stammered, for not once during the time 
she had been there had she appeared so radiant before 
him. ‘^Blanka,” he then continued, ^^I am afraid 
that you are really bored here.” The smile vanished 
from his countenance. 

^^I pray you,” exclaimed she, ^^do not utter that 
word ! Bather tell me of something else, cousin, until 
it is time for me to make my toilet. For whom, then, 
does one really make one’s toilet here?” she added, 
shrugging her shoulders. Tell me,” said she then, 
again rocking her chair, who was the young girl 
towards whom your grandmother — forgive me for 
saying it — was exceedingly unpolite ?” 

Miss Lottie Erving.” 

I know that ; but who is her father ? She referred 
to her equipage ” 

Her father is the richest man in the country around 
here, Blanka; owner of a paper-factory — hence grand- 


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mamma’s malicious reference to rag-miller — and of 
widely-extended forests, in which we shall have many 
opportunities to take walks, as they border on our 
park.” 

And why cannot aunty tolerate the girl ?” 

Well, Blanka, wdiat cares grandmamma for a Svhy’ 
or ‘ wherefore’ ? She always has had an unaccountable 
dislike to this young girl ; and above all, she is pro- 
voked because Nelly is so intimate with her. She now 
sets great value upon being conformable to one’s rank, 
and is in truth not wrong.” 

Blanka shook her head. Do you know, cousin, it 
seems to me that an atmosphere of times gone by still 
clings to this place ?” 

‘^Oh! a letter!” she exclaimed, hastily taking the 
neat square-shaped envelope from the waiter presented 
by old Henry, who, with light footsteps, again with- 
drew. 

“ From Leonie,” said she half aloud, as she tore it 
open. For one moment a dark red suffused her coun- 
tenance, which almost immediately became pale again, 
as pale even as the garment she wore ; the paper waved 
up and down in her trembling hands; then she laughed 
outright, but with such a forced laugh that the young 
officer was startled. “ This is ridiculous I” cried she, 
and crumpled the paper together. ^^Here is, even 
now, a proof of what I remarked to you before. So 
you see. Army, the world no longer thinks as exclu- 
sively as your grandmother. Leonie von Hammerstein 
just writes that Count Seebach has engaged himself to 
a Miss So-and-so, the daughter of a head-forester, and 

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that it is purely for love, as Leonie expresses it. Do 
you hear, Army ? for love She laughed, and at the 
same time her black eyes gleamed with a wild fire, and 
her little hands tore the paper into a thousand bits. 

What? Count Seebach with whom you danced so 
often last winter ?” He spoke hurriedly, and gave a 
piercing look at his cousin’s excited face. 

Did he dance with me ? I scarcely remember any 
more,” she replied, lightly, gazing into the bright green 
sea of leaves on the trees and bushes ; her delicate 
nostrils dilated. Ah, yes, the world goes on, — that 
such a proud man as Seebach, a man who only a short 
time since spoke of his spotless pedigree, that he, for 
love, — ha! ha! Army, it is laughable, isn’t it? — for 
love, should elevate an ignoble girl to be his wife !” 

She vehemently shook her head, and again the forced, 
unnatural laugh came from her lips; then she sud- 
denly arose; the delicate ivory fan, suspended by a 
little silver chain, flapped against the heavy table, so 
suddenly had she turned around. have become 
fearfully tired,” continued she, and pressed her hands 
upon her eyes as if to exclude the dazzling. sunlight; 

I am not accustomed to remaining so long in the 
open air, and shall be obliged to rest a little so that I 
may feel bright again by dinner-time. AddiOy cousin !” 

She nodded to him, and, after declining his com- 
panionship a motion of the hand, proceeded across 
the squaref. It seemed as though an airy shape with 
concealed wings floated away, as though, every moment, 
the golden veil waving from the little head must out- 
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was the form. At the door of the tower she turned 
around once more, and a clear silvery laugh echoed in 
Army’s ears. How different it sounded from that 
forced, convulsive laugh ! She was indeed an enig- 
matical creature; when would he have the right to 
solve this enigma? 

The young lady appeared at the dinner-table in a 
gorgeous toilet. The pale green silk shimmered softly 
through the white mull overdress ; the beautiful hair 
was confined at the back of the head by an ivory comb, 
and a broad, heavy gold bracelet, set with a brilliant 
emerald, encircled the slender wrist. The face showed 
no trace of that apathetic quietness which made it 
appear so cold and inert this morning. Blanka had an 
amiable smile for all, and the elder baroness threw a 
tender glance to the young couple seated opposite to 
her. A long time indeed had elapsed since the clink- 
ing of glasses had been heard in that cool dining-room. 

A long time indeed since old Henry had popped the 
firmly-secured corks of the silver-necked bottles, of 
whose contents the old lady was so fond. 

The sparkling wine again foamed in the finely-cut 
glasses to-day, and Henry with accustomed grandeur 
brought in the courses, while his sharp eyes scrutinized 
the little dinner-party, especially the pretty girl at his " 
young master’s side, who, as the strange maid had told 
liim, would really and truly be exceedingly wealthy, 
and who had as many suitors as rings on her fingers. 
But old Sanna beamed with joy, for her mistress had 
repeatedly given her to understand how affairs stood, 
and slie looked forward to glorious times coming once 


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more to her baroness. The joyous laughter of the 
golden-haired young lady echoed gayly in the spacious 
room, and the heart of the young officer at her side 
throbbed violently when she smiled so beamingly upon 
him. 

But what was little Nelly doing? She, who ordi- 
narily meekly obeyed her brother, acknowledged him to 
be right in everything that he said and did, and quickly 
read his slightest wish in his eyes, to-day behaved in a 
rather indifferent manner towards her cousin, and ap- 
peared to take so little interest in all that was going on 
around her that it amounted almost to naughtiness. 
Her little red lips, that so willingly parted in hearty 
laughter, were firmly closed to-day, and her eyes wan- 
dered very timidly over the happy features of her 
brother, whose attention to his neighbor was incessant. 
A pale little face, with large tears Standing in the blue 
eyes, ever rose before her. What had they done to 
Lottie, — to her Lottie? No; she would go to her 
first, and she must say who hurt her feelings. 

It had become quite dark when Nelly, a few hours 
later, left Lottie’s little room, where during the twi- 
light hour she had been chatting with her friend. 

It is nothing, Nelly,” Lottie in her tender voice 
assured her again and again. It was very foolish in 
me to feel hurt at what is scarcely worth speaking 
about, so come now and I will walk a little with you.” 

Then they walked over the mill path, and into the 
deep shadow of the trees along the old, well-known 
road. It was a warm evening, not a breeze stirred ; a 
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horizon ; the faint lightning from time to time cast a 
pale streak of light upon all around ; the nightingales 
were silent in all the shrubbery, and in the distance 
echoed the songs of the young lads, who with all their 
hearts rejoiced in their holiday. 

I do not know what is the matter with me,” began 
Lottie, drawing a long breath. I feel as though I 
should smother. How heavy and close the air is to- 
day ! I do believe Muhme is right : there is a storm 
coming.” 

Nelly nodded. 

My mother too complains of feeling so oppressed,” 
continued Lottie. Do you know, Nelly, Whitsun- 
tide has never seemed so gloomy to me as it has this 
time, and yet everything has been exactly the same ; if 
it is only not a foreboding of something worse.” 

They finally reached the park gate, and almost un- 
consciously walked farther on in the shadowy linden 
avenue. The odor from the alders was nearly over- 
whelming, and Lottie pressed her little hands to her 
throbbing temples, — all at once she felt a light touch 
on her arm, and Nelly stood still. 

“ Lottie, please listen,” she said. Was not that 
Blanka’s voice ?” 

For a few seconds all was quiet. Then they heard 
footsteps and the rustling of a dress, and in the still- 
ness a sweet, clear voice reached their ears : 

Army, my dear, dear Army !” 

How bewitching it sounded ! It seemed to the 
young girl below as though a sharp knife had pierced 
her breast, and involuntarily she clasped her hand upon 


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her heart. And now a whisper! It was his voice. 
"Well it was that she did not overhear what he said I 
Oh, if she only had not come ! 

The rustling of the dress and the slow footsteps 
approached nearer. She dropped her friend’s hand 
and made her escape behind the thick trunk of a lin- 
den, yet leaning somewhat forward, and then — then a 
vivid flash of lightning revealed to her the tall, noble 
figure of a man, and resting upon his arm was the 
beautiful cousin with the golden hair. She had thrown 
her head slightly backward, and he bent over and kissed 
lier. It was only a moment, but it was sufficient for 
the anxious blue-eyed maiden to surmise all. Nelly, 
however, exclaimed, “ Army I Army !” How full of 
accusation, full of warning the tone of voice seemed ! 
Then he replied, and his voice sounded, oh ! so joyous : 

Where are you then, little sister? Do come and see 
what I have found ! Come here I You must run and 
tell grandmamma that good luck has truly returned, — 
that Blanka is mine I” 

Then another brilliant flash through the trees illu- 
minated a slender girlish figure. Nelly stood before 
the lovers, and with anxious, wondering eyes gazed 
upon her brother. As the light vanished a heavy sob 
broke from her breast, and with lowered head she 
walked towards the castle to tell her mother that 
Blanka and Army — her dear, good Army — were 
lovers. ♦ 

Muhme sat upon the sandstone seat before the door, 
waiting for her darling. Tlie miller and his wife 
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Mr. Selldorf, who was telling them about his home, 
and his brothers and sisters. Tlie old woman sat 
deeply absorbed in her anxiety for Lottie, and every 
time the lightning flashed through the heavy air she 
thought, If she were only here Then she whis- 
pered softly, Oh, dear ! it will rain to-morrow, and 
the picnic with the pastor and his family will be broken 
lip. Well, they will have to make up for the disap- 
pointment here. There will indeed be a clatter in the 
old mill, and how many shall I have to seat at table ? 
There are eight persons from the parsonage alone, and 

then the two head-foresters, and Gracious me 

she cried aloud, Lottie, how you frightened me And 
she leaned over the young girl, who, as though life- 
less, had sunk at her feet and buried her head in her 
lap. 

What is it, my child ? Speak, Lottie ! what is the 
matter ?” she asked, smoothing the little head. Good 
heavens !’’ continued she, are you sick, my darling 
But she received no reply. Only the maiden’s head 
was suddenly upraised, two arms were thrown around 
her neck, and hot, trembling lips were fervently pressed 
upon hers, — then the figure of the young girl vanished, 
and the old woman heard the light footstep on the 
stairs, and almost immediately the door of Lottie’s 
little chamber was closed. 

“Strange child!” murmured Muhme, shaking her 
head. 

She did not indeed see how her pet walked rest- 
lessly to and fro, and how finally her tired little head 
rested on a tear-stained pillow, with her hands firmly 


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clasped in prayer for Array, — for Army who had once 
so happily played with her, and to whom now she was 
nothing in the world, — ah, nothing at all ! 


CHAPTER yilL 

It was some time that day before the usual quiet 
routine of the castle was restored. Blanka retired very 
early to her own room ; she was still so confused, as she 
said ; it had all happened so suddenly, so overwhelm- 
ingly. She patiently endured all the flattering little 
things which the elder baroness, with her countenance 
beaming with joyous surprise, had said to her; and 
paid attention to the excited words wdiispered by 
Army’s mother ; but then she wearied, and the tall 
door to her apartment was hastily closed after her. 
The sweet, amiable smile had vanished from the pretty 
face, and Sophie, the waiting-maid, had a very ungra- 
cious mistress. Finally she sat down by her writing- 
table, and the pen flew over the paper as if bewitched, 
while an expression of the deepest anger lay about her 
mouth. 

But in the sitting-room down-stairs, the baroness em- 
braced her son, and her eyes rested upon his, shining 
so brightly with happiness. ‘^My dear, good boy,” 
whispered she, may you indeed be happy ! It has 
come so suddenly, and you are yet so young! God 
give you his blessing !” 


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The elder baroness, who was hastily walking up and 
down the room, now stood before the group just as the 
young man pressed his lips upon his mother’s mouth. 

Army,” she began, apparently provoked at the sen- 
timental scene, ^^you are aware of what you have 
to do next. You must go to Aunt Stontheim, and 
in all due form sue for Blanka’s hand, and then I 
hope everything else will soon be arranged too, — you 
need write only to Blanka’s father ; I think we shall 
come in no future contact with that individual ; at any 
rate ” 

Certainly, grandmamma, I will start,” he inter- 
rupted her, in a weak voice. He had stepped up to 
Nelly, who was crouched in a large arm-chair, her face 
buried in her hands. “ Little one,” said he, “ have you 
then no kind word for me ?” 

“Oh, Army,” sobbed she, “I — I was so terribly 
frightened when I saw you there with Cousin Blanka, 
and I am so sorry that ” 

“ But, Nelly ! that it has happened thus is really 
good luck for us all, and I love Blanka very much.” 

“Does she love you too?” earnestly inquired the 
young girl, and caught hold of his hands ; “ are you 
sure of it ?” 

“ But, my dear,” said he, laughing, “ do you think 
she would marry me if she did not ? she who is so 
beautiful and so much courted ?” 

Nelly shook her head, and with tearful eyes looked 
over at her brother. “ I had imagined it so entirely 
different,” whispered she. 

“Foolish little thing!” he exclaimed, tenderly 


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smoothing her curls. '^But really, Nelly, aren’t you 
glad to know that I am so happy ?” 

She nodded amidst her tears, and then hurriedly left 
the room. Without, in the sultry night, rolled the 
first thunder of the approaching storm. 

think Nelly must be sick,” anxiously said her 
mother, her hands are so burning hot.” 

Oh, nonsense ! she is naughty ; she is out of humor, 
because, according to her opinion, Lottie’s feelings were 
hurt to-day,” angrily declared the old lady. “ I wager 
she has already been to the mill, and has begged 
pardon of the silly thing ; it is unheard-of, really.” 

Of course she was there ; she appeared to be com- 
ing from that direction when she so unexpectedly met 
us in the linden avenue; however, grandmamma, I 
must confess, and Blanka remarked it too, you were 
too harsh towards the little girl.” 

At this moment there was a brilliant flash of light- 
ning followed by a terrific thunder-clap. 

Misericordia, what a storm !” cried the old lady, 
trembling, and for a moment forgetting her sharp reply, 
in the fear that Blanka might possibly be frightened. 

All at once the door was flung wide open, and the 
young lady, in a flowing white cassimere robe, sud- 
denly stood in the centre of the room ; with both hands 
clasped to her ears, she glanced around with an alarmed 
look. I am afraid,” said she, shaking from head to 
foot, and took refuge in the large arm-chair which 
Nelly had just vacated. 

Army hastened to her; he looked into her pale 
countenance and grasped her cold little hands. 


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I would not live here, no ! not for the world !” 
continued she, emphatically, stamping her neat foot 
upon the floor. 

Where would you live then, my child ?” asked the 
elder baroness, in astonishment. 

“ Where live, then in surprise repeated the young 
lady, and for an instant her alarm seemed to have been 
entirely forgotten. Why, dear grandmamma, do you 
really imagine that Army and I are to bury ourselves 
here? No, certainly not! Is it not so. Army? We 
shall travel first of all to see something of the world ; 
I have never been to any of the large bathing-places, — 
Ems or Baden-Baden ; and then Switzerland, Italy, — 
only think, Italy about which you told me so much 
only yesterday ; and then when we have seen all that, 
then we will find some pretty spot that suits us.” She 
suddenly paused, for just then the lightning flashed 
again, and the thunder seemed to shake the old castle 
to its very foundations. Army held her hand, as he 
stood perfectly upright at her side, listening to the 
reverberating thunder ; but the old lady, with an ex- 
pression of the greatest astonishment, stepped towards 
the couple, while the daughter-in-law raised herself on 
the lounge, and seemed anxiously trying to compre- 
hend what the little red lips had so plainly declared. 

We shall be obliged to reside, Blanka,” the young 
man now very quietly said, wherever Aunt Stontheim 
determines.” 

No, never I” she replied, with spirit. I do not 
wish ever to be buried alive in this castle. I am young 
yet, and I am not willing to be fettered, but wish to 


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enjoy life. Army, you acknowledge me to be right, 
do you not ? Live here ?• never ! Aunty is too sen- 
sible. She will not desire it either; certainly not!’’ 
added she, convincingly. 

Certainly, Blanka, we shall travel,” he assured her, 
but Aunt Stontheim is to select our permanent home.” 

^^And if she selects Derenberg, then — I will not 
come. No, I will certainly not come I It is too lone- 
some here. I should die in this solitude.” 

And you would leave me here alone, then?” Army 
softly asked, leaning towards her to gaze into her eyes. 
He uttered the words playfully, but the tone of his voice 
seemed somewhat anxious withal. Yet you vowed to 
me out there under the trees that you would be happy 
only wdiere ” his voice sank to a whisper. 

A determined shaking of the little golden head was 
the sole answer. 

No, no 1” cried she then ; “I did not mean that. 
Army. I must have a little freedom. It would be 
the death of me to have to walk day after day through 
these high, cold corridors, and view only the gloomy 
park.” 

‘^If, however, your future husband wishes you to 
remain here?” asked the old lady, almost breathless; 
her delicate hand clutched convulsively at the folds of 
her dress. 

He will not wish it !” cried she, passionately, and 
sprang up from her chair. The lovely face assumed 
an almost threatening expression, while the little foot 
stamped emphatically upon the floor. There was not a 
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Army’s arm to-day. Determination in its most dis- 
agreeable form came to light, and her voice sounded 
harsh and rude. It is ridiculous, too ridiculous !” 
continued she, to station a wife, like a slave, in a cer- 
tain place and say to her. There where your husband 
is satisfied must you be content also, and if you refuse 
to conform, then it is at your own risk ; see what will 
become of you. Army cannot and will not act so 
towards me. I gave him my word ; whether I any 
happy or not with him now lies in his hands, and I 
cannot and will not live here !” 

Blanka !” he cried, his large eyes resting almost 
astounded upon this young creature, who with a thou- 
sand loving words had just become his promised 
bride. Blanka, I beg you, stop ! You are excited 
to-day. You have been frightened.” He rang the 
bell, and then led her back to the sofa. A glass of 
water !” he ordered from old Henry, who answered the 
summons. 

But the grandmother, almost astounded, stared at 
the promised bride of her grandson. What ! this little 
simpleton with one breath overthrow all her cherished 
plans? Was she in the future, as in the past, to 
live here in loneliness ? The rich inheritance was 
not to be a benefit to her also ; nor was she to have 
the privilege of basking in the beams diffused by a 
fresh, joyous life! Almost beside herself, she sank 
into a chair, and gloomily observed the tall figure of 
the young officer, who was in the act of receiving the 
glass of water from the servant’s hands to give to 
Blanka. 


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The rain rushed down in torrents without, and still 
the faint streaks of lightning flashed, but the roll of 
thunder echoed far in the distance. Suddenly a feeble 
cry sounded from the adjoining room. 

• “Nelly!’’ exclaimed the younger baroness, very 
much startled, and disappeared through the door. 
“ Child, what is the matter ?” she anxiously asked, as 
she leaned over Nelly lying on the lounge, and placed 
her hand upon her burning forehead. 

“ Oh, she is dreadful, mamma ! she is dreadful I” 
sobbed the little girl. “My Army, my dear, good 
Army! She does not love him, mamma, — ^you can 
believe me.” 

“ Do not worry yourself, dear heart,” gently com- 
forted the mother. “ She is a little capricious ; all will 
yet be well.” 

“ No, no, mamma ! Ah, when I first saw her the 
old chronicle and the verse about the red hair occurred 
to me. I cannot get it out of my mind. Oh, if she 
were only going home, — if she were only going home 
this evening never to come back again !” 

With a thousand soothing words the mother tried to 
quiet the excited young girl. Ah, even her own heart 
throbbed anxiously too! The pale lady lowered her 
head, while two large tears stood in her eyes. 

Nelly fell asleep under the caressing of her mother. 
It was a restless, feverish sleep, yet the pale lady, 
anxious and fearful, left her little daughter alone : she 
had still another child, her Army. 

Cautiously looking around, she put her head in at 
the door. The old lady and Blanka had vanished. 


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but there, in the deep window recess, still stood her 
darling, looking out into the dark night. She stepped 
towards him and placed her hand on his shoulder. 

Army,’^ she said, softly. He turned round, looking 
inquiringly at her. She spoke not another word, but*- 
her eyes anxiously scrutinized the handsome, proud 
countenance, as he pressed a kiss upon her hand. 

Be still, mamma said he, hastily, and his voice 
did not sound quite so firm as usual. She is a spoilt 
child, — an extremely spoilt child ; but she loves me — 
certainly, I know it, and she will change. She was 
already sorry that she had been so passionate.’^ 

The mother suppressed her fast-gathering tears and 
gently smoothed his forehead. Good-night, Army,” 
she whispered, hastily turning away. 

‘^Good-night, mamma,” he returned, kissing her 
lovingly. “ Do not worry about me.” 

F ull fourteen days had gone by since that Whitsun- 
day night. All the beautiful blossoms from the trees 
and shrubs had been blown down that night by the 
storm and rain, and covered the ground like freshly- 
fallen snow. But it was owing to it, too, that the roses 
in the miller’s garden now opened in the greatest mag- 
nificence, and that the lindens in the castle park avenue 
stood in full bloom. Often, indeed, had Lottie lately 
walked this road, the road which she had little thought 
to tread so soon again. Nelly had become seriously ill, 
and at her wish old Henry was obliged to bring the 
little friend to the sick girf’s bedside. Lottie had sat 
hours at a time in the high-ceilinged, darkened room, 
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The message sent to her from the castle had arrived 
at the mill just at the time when the visitors spoken of 
by Muhme — namely, the pastor and his family and 
the head-foresters — had arrived, and Lottie was forced 
to collect her wits in order to entertain the children, 
and on this occasion was very glad to find an assistant 
in young Mr. Selldorf. Then it was that Henry, with 
the alarming message, had arrived. Lottie delayed 
but a moment to ask permission, which was at once 
granted, reluctant as they were, however, to spare her 
to-day from the joyous circle. ^^Aunt Lottie, come 
back soon ! Good-by, Aunt Lottie was shouted 
after her by the fresh childish voices of the little 
scamps, who had pressed their noses flat against the 
window-panes. But a young man, with light curly 
hair and bright, honest eyes, stood behind the curtain, 
and watched the slender figure under the umbrella dis- 
appear in the forest, while a dissatisfied expression crept 
around his mouth. How had this most blissfully an- 
ticipated holiday turned out? Instead of a picnic, 
rainy weather ; instead of wistful glances from a pair 
of blue eyes, the torment of wild boys, who had already 
dignified him with the title of uncle. 

Various other events occurred at the castle during 
these fourteen days. Army had made a flying visit to 
Aunt Stontheim to obtain her consent, and brought 
home with him besides a beautiful little phaeton for 
Blanka. The lovers had also received a friendly let- 
ter from Blanka’s father. The young lady had become 
amiability personified, and frankly acknowledged that 
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temper on the evening of her engagement, but that the 
storm had unstrung her nerves, usually so strong; and 
Army — well, he was the happiest lover to be found, — 
at least so thought Lottie. He sometimes entered the 
darkened sick-chamber to visit his sister, and his coun- 
tenance always brightened so proudly and so happily 
as he leaned over her to give her a greeting from his 
beloved. The latter had appeared but once at the bed- 
side of her cousin, but the graceful figure, with the 
long, rustling train and golden hair, had excited the in- 
valid very much, especially when she asked in hurried 
tones. How she felt ? If she would not soon be able 
to get up ? and so forth, and had spoken enthusiastic- 
ally about the walks she had taken, and of the plans 
for her wedding. 

If she were only not coming so soon again,” Nelly 
complained. ^^I feel so oppressed in her company, 
and the perfume she uses gives me the headache.” 

Blauka had taken not the slightest notice of Lottie, 
although she had seen the slender figure standing by 
the bedside; the grandmother never came near the 
sick-room when she knew Lottie to be there, and 
Sanna murmured something about stubbornness, and 
that she could nurse just as well as that foolish little 
thing from the mill. Nelly finally recovered from her 
illness ; the dark curtains in the sick-room were drawn 
back, the window opened, and the young girl rested 
upon the lounge, inhaling with delight the pure forest 
air that so charmingly entered the room, while her 
eyes looked so gratefully at Lottie sitting chatting at 
her side. There was no one else with them, for a 
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visitor had arrived, — Blanka’s father, as Nelly had 
whispered to her ; he was commissioned by Aunt 
Stontheim to confer with grandmamma and Army. 

am truly glad, Lottie,’^ she continued, ‘^that I 
am not obliged to be there, for ever since the mo- 
ment that the letter came announcing uncle, grand- 
mamma has had such a cross face. But tell me, 
Lottie, aren’t you looking a little pale?” she then 
inquired you have been too closely confined while 
nursing me.” 

The young girl’s cheeks reddened and she turned her 
head. Then was heard the sound of voices and the 
tramping of horses from below. Ah ! they are just 
returning from riding,” said Nelly. Come, Lottie ; we 
must see them.” She arose somewhat languidly and 
walked to the window. The whole family appeared 
to have assembled on the green ; Blanka, in her black 
riding-habit, still sat on her horse, a jaunty little hat 
with a long black plume was set upon the head of 
luxuriant hair, which to-day was arranged in large 
puffs over her head, instead of carelessly flowing as was 
usual. The horse was restless, but she sat perfectly 
firm in the saddle, and with her little gloved hand 
gently patted the neck of the beautiful animal. Army 
had already sprung from his handsome chestnut horse, 
and stood before Blanka ready to assist her in dis- 
mounting ; he looked towards his prospective father-in- 
law, who was slowly approaching just then with the 
elder and the younger baroness. 

Colonel Derenberg was a short, corpulent man, as 
Lottie could observe, and appeared to be expressing his 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL, 115 

opinion very warmly, as he gesticulated violently while 
talking. 

Oelly’s mother glanced up at the window at which 
the two young girls were standing ; she nodded cheerily, 
and the eyes of her companions followed the greeting. 
The elder lady at once looked away with indifference, 
while the gentleman stood still, took off his hat, and 
smiled up at them ; then they heard his inquiry con- 
cerning Lottie, but the answer did not reach their ears. 

In the mean time Blanka had dismounted, and Lottie 
led her friend back to the sofa ; in a short time, loud 
talking in the next room made known the presence of 
the party. Lottie had taken up her book and was 
about to resume the interrupted reading, when the 
chairs in the adjoining room were pushed about, and 
suddenly the old gentleman’s voice plainly reached 
their ears through the high folding-doors. 

I am very sorry, my dear lady, that the arrange- 
ment does not seem satisfactory to you, at the same 
time ” 

It seems to be so much the more to your liking, 
dear sir,” interrupted the sharp voice of the elder bar- 
oness. 

Beg pardon, I am here as the ambassador only of 
Countess Stontheim, and have previously declared my 
intention to interfere in no way in the settlement of 
the affair ; and yet I will not deny that to me such an 
arrangement appears the most agreeable.” His voice 
betrayed a slightly-offended feeling. 

That is a matter of opinion, my dear Derenberg.” 

Certainly ; but you yourself must acknowledge that 


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Army is still too young, too inexperienced to extricate 
the Derenberg property from the jumble — ^beg pardon, 
gracious baroness — in which, alas ! the whole seems to 
have been lost. It requires a very experienced land- 
lord so to manage neglected estates, so to restore them 
as to be of any profit to their owners. The forest, for 
example, — Countess Stontheim spoke to Justice Hell- 
wig about the matter, — the forest is as good as lost; 
the present owner, — what is his name ? you ought to 
know it, — a manufacturer close by, will on no condition 
resign the forest ; so then it is gone forever, and what 
is such an estate without forests 

Erving not sell the forest again ?’’ exclaimed the 
old lady. Ha ! ha ! you little know him ; it is only 
the amount olfered Avith such people. Such a trades- 
man would sell his soul even ! No, no, my dear 
colonel, this is a ridiculous idea which I had not be- 
lieved of you. I wager that if you offer him so much 

more the forest is yours ” 

You would lose then, my lady, for Hell wig, com- 
missioned by Madame Stontheim, secretly inquired, and 

received for an answer a decided refusal ; besides 

He was interrupted by loud laughter from the old lady. 

‘^It might possibly be that you are right, Deren- 
berg,’’ said she, for this parvenu, like all his equals, 
hates the nobility, and us especially. Plehaglio she 
scornfully added, in her native tongue. 

Besides,” repeated the colonel, in a higher tone of 
voice and — Pardon, gracious baroness,” he quietly 
continued, when she had ceased speaking, it does not 
interest me in the least as to Avhat your relation with 


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117 


this man is. It makes not the slightest difference in 
the affair. I only wish to add yet, that in reference to 
the estates and the country-seat a perfect chaos is found. 
It is astounding, my lady, — Jews, agents, and right to 
sell, first, second, third, and fourth mortgages, and I 
know not what besides. The long and short of it is, 
the Countess Stontheim prefers not to mix in the busi- 
ness, as a settlement could be made only at an enor- 
mous sacrifice. She wishes, as I have already had the 
honor of communicating to you early this morning, 
that after the wedding, which has been fixed to take 
place in the fall. Army should still remain in service, 
that she will provide the young couple with ample 
means, and that later, if Army feels inclined to become 
a landlord, she intends to buy an estate on which every- 
thing will be in excellent order. Castle Derenberg 
will always be a beautiful summer retreat for the 
young couple, and under all grcumstances Army will 
retain the house of his fathers. You are very willing 
to wear the dark coat for a while yet, Army, is it 
not so 

Of course I must accommodate myself, uncle,” re- 
plied the young man ; but I do not deny that it will 
be very hard for me to renounce the thought of again 
occupying Castle Derenberg. It has ever been the 
darling wish of my heart.” 

‘^But not mine,” hastily interrupted Blanka. ^^I 
agree perfectly with Aunt Stontheim. I said so 
before.” 

You do not know, Blanka,” replied Army, and his 
deep voice seemed to tremble, — you do not know the 


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charm exercised by an old hereditary home such as 
this. You cannot be conscious of it, for you have 
never known the proud feeling of setting foot upon 
your own threshold. Not to you have these ancient 
walls, these forsaken chambers, these primaeval forests 
spoken of far-off times, when our ancestors dwelt 
here. It was my sweetest dream to be again in pos- 
session here where my fathers in long succession lived 
and died, and the non-fulfilment of this dream will be 
a bitter disappointment to me, you may be sure.” 

For mercy’s sake !” exclaimed the young lady, 
he is indeed getting sentimental. To me, the small- 
est villa on the lively promenade of our residence is a 
thousand times more enchanting than this tiresome, 
forsaken ” 

Pst, children !” the colonel interrupted, in a paci- 
fying tone, ^^each one keep his opinions to himself. 
You, Blanka, are as much dependent upon Aunt Stont- 
heim’s will as Army. What she wishes is done. It 
cannot be otherwise ; and I think it would be better to 
drop the subject and quarrel no more about it.” 

Very wisely remarked, colonel,” said the old lady, 
now joining in the conversation. But he only who 
has once been free to command knows how h^ird it is 
to endure such dependence. You do not find it so. 
You have never stood upon your own soil. You have, 
so to speak, been brought up in dependence, and there- 
fore it is easy to preach peace to other people. I con- 
sider it very strange in Countess Stontheim. She has 
the means and will not help. Army is to remain an 
officer for the laughable reason that he is still too 


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young, as if older heads were not at hand to help 
him 

^^You, perhaps, my lady?” laughed the colonel. 
“ On the whole, not a bad idea ! Your finance talent 
can scarcely be questioned. That you had bad luck in 
your speculations, who can help it ?” 

You are as incorrigibly malicious as when I had 
the pleasure of seeing you here once before. But in 
this case your innuendoes do not hit, for it was really 
misfortune that followed us.” 

^‘Unmerited misfortune?” ironically remarked the 
colonel. 

Uncle, please let us stop! it excites mamma,” 
Army begged. 

And, my young gentleman,” continued the former, 
unprovoked yet emphatically, principally to prevent 
another such unmerited misfortune. Countess Stont- 
heim wishes you not to live here, — understand it well, 
not to live here, particularly during the first years of 
your married life. Excuse me for being so explicit. 
I would rather have avoided ” 

I understand,” said the old lady, coldly. Countess 
Stontheim has always had the mistaken idea that I 
was guilty of the ruin of the entire family ; ofttimes 
indeed, when trouble and need came upon us, has she 
rudely and in plain terms reproached me to my very 
face. Some one must bear the blame,” continued she, 
with a bitter laugh, and as from the first they looked 
upon me as an intruder, and could not abide the 
stranger, the Italian, it was easy indeed to roll the 
blame upon her shoulders. Va bene! you tell me 


120 LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 

nothing new, colonel. I regret exceedingly that any 
one so — so She suddenly checked herself : evi- 

dently she had a very severe speech at her tongue’s 
end. The colonel answered nothing. 

Uncle,” hastily asked Army, what is the mean- 
ing of this ? Aunt cannot possibly affirm that grand- 
mamma ” 

Hush !” cried the old lady, at the same time 
was heard the rolling of a sofa over the smooth 
floor. 

Lottie and Nelly, almost breathless, sat holding 
each other’s hands. When the former had heard her 
father’s name pronounced, she had sprung up and 
looked helplessly around the room, but there was no 
way of escape, except through the same room in which 
they had just so vilely abused her father’s good name. 
The slender figure of the young girl leaned in sudden 
alarm against the locked folding-doors, behind which 
was a whole line of vacant rooms. 

‘‘ Where shall I go ?” she anxiously whispered to 
her friend. 

^^Stay here, Lottie!” begged Nelly, drawing the 
young girl towards her ; they surely do not know that 
we can hear everything so plainly. Oh, don’t cry !” 
she entreated. Oh, if I were only well, and a 3^ung 
man like Army, then I would give them a piece of 
my mind when they abused you!” She angrily 
clinched her hand. ^ 

The old lady paced up and down within the next 
room, and every time her footsteps approached the 
door Lottie raised herself, and with anxious eyes gazed 


LOTTIE OF TUE MILL. 121 

around as if seeking some place of concealment in 
which she might hide herself away. 

Suddenly the sound of Blanka’s clear voice reached 
them ; as soft, as sweet as music was the tender voice 
now. 

Darling grandmamma,’’ pleaded she, have a, 
favor to ask of you ; I had commissioned Army, but he 
seems to have forgotten it, the naughty fellow. Oli, 
yes, do not look so surprised, you !” she roguishly con- 
tinued. That never happened to you with your lover, 
who always read your wishes in your beautiful eyes ; is 
it not so, grandmamma ?” 

The last few words were more distinctly heard than 
the beginning of the request ; the pretty young lady 
was evidently standing close to the old lady near the 
door. 

^^Now she is throwing her arms around grand- 
mamma’s neck, just like a little kitten,” whispered 
Nelly. Oh, Lottie, you would not believe how she 
can coax and flatter !” 

Well ?” said the old lady. 

I had charged Army to ask grandmamma’s per- 
mission to have the little tower-room adjoining mine ; 
please, oh, please, grandmamma, amatissima mia 

it was very discreet in Army not to ask me ; I 
had refused it to him once, and cannot, alas ! grant 
your request either.” 

Why not ?” asked Blanka, in an altered tone. 

You will certainly allow me to keep the reason to 
myself?” 

Do not tease, Blanka ; do you hear ?” came from 

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the colonel. Old castles have their secrets, and many 
among them that one would gladly leave undisturbed.’^ 

At this moment the door was flung wide open, and 
the old lady suddenly appeared in the room, opposite 
the two young girls. 

Lottie had sprung up; she did not, however, attempt 
to escape, but stood there motionless. The lingering 
beams of the setting sun filled the western sky, and 
threw their rosy tints in at the window, enveloping the 
charming figure of the maiden. The old baroness, ex- 
tending her hands before her, drew back with fright, 
as startled as if she had seen a ghost. Dio mio I it is 
strange indeed !” cried she, stamping her foot. Are 
you forever here only to startle me ?” 

I am very sorry, baroness, that I always have the 
misfortune ” 

Wonderful indeed, to be startled by such a charm- 
ing creature !” said the colonel. He had stepped to the 
doorway and was looking admiringly towards the 
young girl. May I ask, baroness, to be presented to 
the young lady ?” 

The baroness, shrugging her shoulders, gave the 
colonel an almost annihilating look and then walked to 
the window. 

Well, then, I must introduce myself. Miss , 

Colonel Derenberg,” said he, politely. 

This is my friend, Lottie Erving, uncle,” said 
Nelly, brightly, introducing them. The young girl 
bowed slightly. 

“ Erving ?” repeated the old gentleman. 

“ The daughter of the present owner of the Deren- 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 123 

berg forests, uncle,’’ announced Nelly, as she directed 
her eyes full upon his reddened countenance. 

Ah, indeed,” he replied ; that is why the name 
seemed so familiar to me. Your father is very prob- 
ably a lover of game ?” 

“ Yes, colonel ; and besides that, he requires a great 
quantity of wood in his paper-factory.” 

Ah, your father owns a paper-factory ? But wood 
— I mean the best paper, is generally made of rags ?” 

A roguish smile flitted across Lottie’s face. Cer- 
tainly, colonel; for that reason, in the whole neigh- 
borhood around, our factory is called the rag-mill; 
my father, the rag-miller; and I, rag-miller’s Lottie.” 
The lovely little face now broke into smiles. 

Rag-miller’s Lottie,” repeated the colonel, like- 
wise smiling as he glanced at her, much a’mused. 

That is truly a title that does not appear at all suit- 
able for you.” 

I am perfectly willing to go by that name, how- 
ever,” said she. Every child calls me so. The 
daughters of our house have always had this nick- 
name, either rag-miller’s Gretchen, or Minna, or Lis- 
ette ” She started as she so inadvertently pro- 

nounced this name, and glanced timidly towards the 
old lady still standing at the window, and who at this 
moment turned as suddenly as if bitten by an adder. 

‘^Lisette?” repeated she. ^^You have just men- 
tioned a name to which you should not refer so 
proudly. This Lisette was a frivolous creature, who 
cost her parents much trouble ” 

‘^The memory of great-aunt Lisette is sacred to 


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me,” replied the young girl, apparently undisturbed. 

She was not frivolous. She was very unfortunate ; 
but, as far as I have been told, it was not her own fault, 
baroness.” 

Her lips trembled with excitement, and the vio- 
lent throbbings of her heart found an outlet in her 
voice. 

What is this about a Lisette ? Who was she ?” 
merrily inquired Blanka, who had just entered the 
room. Who abused her ? and what had she done ?” 
She stood between Lottie and the grandmother, and 
turned her head from one to the other. 

Do not be so inquisitive, my child,” quietly said 
the colonel. I told you before old castles alw^ays 
have their secrets, and ” 

And who told you, colonel, that the castle had any- 
thing to do with that affair ?” The old lady had be- 
come deathly pale. 

Oh, well,” replied he, deliberately, as he looked at 
her sharply, like to conjecture ” 

’Tis very deplorable, indeed, colonel, that you did 
not become a writer of romances. You have missed 
your calling.” 

Good-by, Nelly,” whispered Lottie, bending over 
her friend and pressing a kiss upon her cheek ; then 
she bowed slightly to the rest of the party, and left the 
room. She fairly flew along the corridor and across 
the green in front of the castle. In the linden avenue 
she suddenly stood before Army. 

Miss Erving !” She glanced up at him. The 
expression on his face was very serious. “ Miss Er- 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 125 

ving/’ he repeated, did you overhear the conversa- 
tion in our sitting-room 

Yes,^^ she firmly replied. 

It is not exactly — what shall I call it ? — very dis- 
creet to listen when family affairs are discussed.” 

I did not listen, baron !” exclaimed she, proudly. 

Had there been any other way of escape, I would 
gladly have left the room. On my life I would, 
for ” 

You could have gone through the sitting-room.” 

No. Your mother herself requested me not to cross 
your grandmother’s path, for she cannot endure me. 
I am the daughter of a family with whom any associa- 
tion would be a disgrace, lieutenant, and you know it 
very well. I was compelled to remain, although I 
would much rather have jumped from the window.” 
A bitter expression crept around her mouth as she 
spoke these words. 

Well, at any rate, I must request you not to men- 
tion what you have heard. To resist the desire to tell 
of this family altercation is certainly hard, — I really 
believe it is. Our family is indeed made the subject 
of conversation in full for the whole surrounding 
neighborhood ; but I trust you will make this sacrifice 
when you remember what true and faithful friends we 
used to be, will you not, Lottie?” He held out his 
hand towards her, but the young girl drew back and 
folded her arms across her breast. 

“ A promise is scarcely necessary,” she replied. 

Besides, I would have kept it secret, for in your con- 
versation you really wronged my father, — my father, 
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in whose house you so happily passed your time when 
we were still ^faithful friends/ as you remarked/^ 

He stepped back amazed. What ? I said not a 
word about your father.” 

^^But quietly listened when they called him 
vmUj — when they said of him that he hated the no- 
bility, and the Derenberg family especially, and that he 
meditated revenge, — and quietly giving heed to a slan- 
der when one has within himself the conviction of its 
untruthful ness is a confirmation of it. There seem 
moments when your delicacy fails you, lieutenant.” 

A feeling of the deepest bitterness, added to the pain 
of hopeless love, arose within her ; but not until after 
having coolly turned her back upon him, and going a 
short distance down the avenue without even a hasty 
glance round, did the tears slowly and heavily roll 
down her cheeks. She did not see how long he gazed 
after her, how long his eyes followed her slender figure 
until she disappeared, and how then only, with gloomily- 
knit brows he turned back towards the castle. 

When Army joined the rest of the family in the 
commodious room, peace had apparently returned after 
the storm ; at least all were quiet. The colonel had 
lighted a cigarette and, seemingly in the most pleasant 
frame of mind, was leaning back in one of the deep 
old-fashioned chairs; while the elder baroness sat as 
straight as an arrow on the sofa, and with nervous 
haste played with her slender fingers. Blanka, how- 
ever, was standing in the deep recess of the window, 
looking out into the park ; the long train of her dark 
blue riding-habit lay motionless on the floor, and she 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 127 

too remained unmoved as her lover stepped to her 
side. 

He was deaf to his grandmother’s indignantly asking 
where his mother was, and if she did not intend com- 
ing in soon. He saw only the charming figure next to 
him, that in the jaunty riding costume appeared more 
dainty, more childlike than ever, and he gently raised 
one of the locks of curly golden hair loosely lying on 
the blue velvet and pressed it to his lips. The young 
lady, without turning around, shook her head, and 
hastily withdrew the hair from her shoulder. 

Blanka !” said he, reproachfully, bending over to 
look into her face. She turned away her head, and 
gazed, seemingly much interested, out into the silent, 
green park. 

Have I offended you, Blanka ?” he softly asked. 
“ Are you provoked with me ?” 

With a hasty movement she placed both hands on 
her ears. No, no, for mercy’s sake, no !” she pas- 
sionately exclaimed, and turned around. “ I beg you, 
Armand, do not ask such a ridiculous question ! You 
can see very well that at this moment I do not care to 
listen to your whisperings and little tendernesses; any one 
else would have comprehended at once, but you inquire 
whether I am provoked, and heaven only knows what 
nonsense besides !” She angrily tapped with her foot. 

Army’s face colored deeply. “Forgive me,” said 
he, walking to the piano ; he raised the lid and struck 
a few chords. 

“Please, do not play !” cried Blanka, again clapping 
her hands to her ears. 


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He arose. Then do you play, if you please,’’ he 
requested. should so much like to hear some 

music ; it has such a quieting, soothing effect upon me.” 

Yes, do play something, my pet,” said the colonel, 
who of the whole little scene had heard but these last 
words, and to whom, in this manner, it seemed a good 
way to smooth over the little unpleasantness between 
the old lady and himself. 

On that instrument ?” she asked. No, I cannot 
play on that; I cannot bear to hear its jingling tones. 
Besides, I am too tired after my long ride,” added 
she. 

For a moment Army’s face flushed with anger ; then 
he went to the despised old instrument, closed the lid, 
and returned to Blanka’s side. She had taken her little 
riding-whip in her hand and was toying with its silver 
handle ; in the mean while the old lady had left the 
room. 

I take it for granted that you are really worn out, 
otherwise I should consider it more than a whim to 
refuse my request to play,” he remarked, with enforced 
calmness. 

^‘Take it for granted, young man, take it for 
granted !” said the old gentleman, laughing and patting 
him on the shoulder ; one gets on best in this way. I 
see you will get along excellently well with her.” 

Army bit his lip. 

May I escort you to your room ?” he then inquired, 
turning towards Blanka. “ I propose that you lie down 
and rest a little ; perhaps after dinner you will vouch- 
safe me an interview ?” 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 129 

No, I think not,” she replied ; as I have a head- 
ache, I shall remain in my own room to-day.” 

The colonel laughed. Well, good-night then, and 
a speedy amendment,” said he, still smiling, and, with 
a nod to the young man, he withdrew from the room. 
Blanka raising the train of her riding-habit, threw it 
over her arm, and followed him ; without speaking a 
word she passed by her lover. 

Blanka,” he asked, softly, stepping in her way, 
will you not say good-night to me?” 

You treat me like a naughty child !” she cried, 
angrily, as she drew back a step. It is a wonder you 
do not require me to do penance. It is all the same to 
you whether I have a headache or not.” 

Neither one nor the other. I do not exact penance, 
nor do I refuse you my sympathy ; but it is impossible 
for me to part from you in this way, without a ^ good- 
night.’ When two people love each other as dearly as 
we do, the longing for an explanation, for some ex- 
pression of feeling, is so natural.” 

He had drawn nearer to her at these words, and was 
about to embrace her, but she repulsed him by an im- 
patient movement, and for a moment a scornful ex- 
pression flitted about her mouth. 

^^If you really and truly loved me,” said she, 
sharply, you would not be so willing to give me such 
foolish lectures when you know that I am wearied. It 
is frightful,” added she, the idea you appear to have 
of our mutual relationship. This everlasting requir- 
ing attention, this dependence upon one another, with- 
out daring to exercise one’s own free will, — a pressing. 


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galling chain it is, but not happiness. I will be free. 
Do you hear ? Free, free she repeated once again, 
and immediately the heavy folding-doors closed with a 
bang behind the neat figure. 

He stood as though dazed, staring at the door that 
had hidden her from his view. All had become silent 
in the lofty apartment. The setting sun cast his glow- 
ing beams in at the window, filling the room with a 
rosy coloring. Little by little the beautiful tints van- 
ished, and the gray veil of evening descended over all. 

The young man drew near to the window, and 
viewed the surrounding landscape. His lips were 
closely pressed together, but all at once he started: 
tones from the story above reached his ear. He hur- 
riedly threw open the window, and now they floated 
towards him more distinctly. The Faust waltzes were 
being played with such a rhythm and dash as she only 
knew how to give. 

^‘She is playing,” he murmured, and his clinched 
hand fell in anger on the window-sill. ^ Are they 
without tricks, forsooth, good luck it is in very truth,” 
laughed he, bitterly ; then he left the room. 

A gentle evening breeze had arisen. Army invol- 
untarily directed his footsteps towards the castle grave- 
yard where the alders now stretched out their bare 
branches, but stopped still when he came beneath 
Blanka’s window. Close beside him rose the massive 
old tower, and the white climbing rose that clung to its 
side looked bright to him in the darkness. The music 
had ceased; but no, it began anew: a sad mournful 
melody. He knew well the words : 


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131 


“ There stands a man, his gaze is fixed on high, 
Wringing his hands in a fierce agony.” 

How masterly was it executed ! Then with a frightful 
discord the music suddenly ceased. 

Army drew a long breath, as if a heavy burden 
rested upon him. His heart, that so fondly and sin- 
cerely loved, tried in vain to understand the strange 
conduct of hh fiancee. He used his utmost endeavor 
to suppress the anxious inquiry, If she does not love 
you 

Death rather than renounce her he murmured, 
as he walked farther on ; and, involuntarily Agnes 
Mechthilde and the nobleman of Streitwitz, who was 
said to lie buried in this garden, arose in his thoughts. 
With an uneasy feeling, he turned into a green, shady 
walk that lay nearest to him. The afternoon with all 
its unpleasant experiences came up before him again. 
His mind was disturbed by conflicting thoughts : the 
recollection of the conversation between the uncle and 
his grandmother, with the many malicious intimations 
that like flaming fire-balls cast horrible reflections upon 
the past; the recollection of Blanka’s Avilful decla- 
ration not to live here, and then of the correcting 
Avords Avhich Lottie had said to him in the avenue as he 
Avas about requesting her not to repeat Avhat she had 
overheard. These simple Avords, the reproachful, hurt 
look, had shamed him deeply. In thoughtlessness he 
had alloAved the brave man there at the mill to be 
slandered Avithout uttering a word in his defence, his 
strained attention having closely indeed foIloAved the 


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altercation that so harshly frustrated his darling wish, 
the wish to live here in the castle of his fathers with 
Blanka. But Lottie must think he was of the. same 

mind as Oh, no, no, of course not. Her father 

is a true, honest man.’’ Anyhow, it made no differ- 
ence, for the last experience had put too deep a sting in 
his bosom. Blanka’s unkind words ever sounded in his 
ears : What an idea you have of our mutual relation- 

ship !” And again: ‘‘It is a chain, a galling chain;' 
but not happiness.” 

“ A chain !” he repeated, half aloud, while he stood 
still ; but then he lidded quickly, “ Oh, bah ! girlish 
caprices, nothing more. She is too pretty, too proud, 
too lofty a character to submit to the narrow sphere in 
which a lady is really brought up.” He should have 
thought of that, he said to himself. He must not seek 
again and again to win her over to his views, it must 
be humbling to her. She had a right to be in a bad 
humor about it, — his beautiful, proud, beloved one. 
She did love him, too ; she had assured him so often, on 
his eagerly questioning her. In the fall. Uncle Deren- 
berg had said, in the fall she would be wholly his, his 
forever. Must not all present pain vanish before this 
blissful assurance ? 

The night wind had sprung up. It rustled the 
branches and bowed them together over Army’s head, 
and roughened the surface of the dark lake at his feet. 
It drove the sad thoughts far, far away, and bore con- 
ciliating love and sweet, tender longings through the 
warm silent night. “In the fall,” once more Army 
softly said, “ in the fall happiness will come.” 


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CHAPTER IX. 

SuMMEU naa gone by, and the trees of the forest 
were all tinted with the bright hues of autumn ; the 
sky was a crystal-clear blue ; the first withered leaves lay 
upon the ground in the linden avenue of the castle park, 
and the boughs in Erving’s garden were ornamented 
with gloriously variegated colors. Nets had been 
drawn over the grape-vines to prevent the dainty- 
mouthed sparrows from making a feast on them ; in 
among the green leaves of the fruit-trees hung the ripe 
fruit, yellow as gold and cherry-cheeked, awaiting the 
plucking. 

Everything in the mill had proceeded in its accus- 
tomed routine; how quickly the summer had flown! 
and now the long winter evenings by the warm fireside 
were looked forward to with pleasure. The inmates 
of the mill rejoiced indeed in something besides ; they 
all knew, the men at the factory as well as Mena and 
Dorta in the kitchen and Peter in the stable, a love- 
affair was in progress; to him who had eyes to see it 
was as clear as sunshine that Mr. Selldorf and “ our 
Lottie’^ would become lovers. Love could so plainly 
be read in the clear honest eyes of the handsome young 
man ; with no other did the master associate so inti- 
mately and happily, and not one of his comrades had 
received such friendly glances from the eyes of Lottie’s 
mother as he. Even Muhme always nodded so kindly 
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to him, and when his name was mentioned down-stairs, 
said, very nice young man this Mr. Selldorf.” 
Lottie alone seemed to take no notice of all this. It is 
true she was always friendly and kind to her father’s 
young friend, and at once put into fresh water the large 
bouquet of forget-me-nots which from time to time he 
presented to her ; but otherwise, no one could observe 
any signs of the love that she might feel for him, 
although Mena and Dorta gave themselves much 
trouble to detect some indication. 

She is only putting on,” said the latter ; that is 
the way with people of rank ; but secretly she does care 
for him.” 

He who gabbles so much tells fibs,” Muhnie an- 
swered. “Do not trouble yourself about Lottie, but 
stick to your kitchen pots. There will be a wedding 
some time again in this house, but who the bridegroom 
will be heaven only knows ; we cannot read the future, 
therefore do not meddle with things that do not con- 
cern you. There is never anything in your head but 
beaux and weddings. Lottie knows very well that 
^ like buying horses, such is wooing ; maiden, mind well 
what you’re doing !’ ” then she earnestly shook her head. 
However much her words were usually respected, this 
time they went in at one ear and out of the other; the 
girls knew very well that Mr. Selldorf had his eye 
upon the young lady, and time would show who was 
right. 

Meanwhile, Muhme was laying in her winter supply 
in cellar and pantry, and Lottie must help and be by, 
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said the old woman. For half the afternoon to-day 
the wind rushed and roared and so powerfully shook 
the noble old nut-trees beliind the house that leaves and 
fruit fell to the ground, on which a large linen cloth 
lay spread. Peter and Christian, with long poles in 
their hands, unmercifully beat among the branches, 
while three or four children joyously grappled on the 
ground, and fairly rolled over each other in their haste 
to gather the nuts. 

Only a short while ago Lottie and Nelly, who was 
making her a visit to-day, had left the children and 
gone out of the garden ; and now in the arbor in front 
of the house the two girls stood by the sandstone 
table over which Muhme was just spreading a white 
cloth, and quietly waited while she removed the dishes 
from the bench to the table. 

“ You will take your coiFee with us, out here, won’t 
you, Muhme ?” asked Lottie, when she had finished. 

I can, — yes,” replied Muhme, for there is a visitor 
in the parlor.” She sat down next to Nelly on the 
bench, and requested Lottie to hand her a cup of coffee. 

So thrifty ?” she then said, as the young girl at her 
side drew out her work from a little basket and began 
to knit busily. 

A wedding present for Army,” she replied, good- 
humoredly. 

Gracious goodness !” said the old woman, taking 
the full cup from Lottie’s hand, “ he is very young 
yet ; it seems to me as though it were only yesterday 
that he skipped down the mill-path in his little black 
velvet jacket.” Nelly nodded, but Lottie involun- 


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tarily looked over to tlie little bridge, beneath which 
the water rushed so clear and bright. 

AYho is in there with father she inquired in a 
strained tone, as though wishing to turn the subject ; 
at the same time she smiled at her mother, whose face 
appeared at the window for a moment. 

A strange gentleman, — I do not know who he is,” 
answered Muhme, then suddenly set down her cup, 
lowered her spectacles a little, and looked sharply in 
the direction of the path on the other side of the water. 

Heavens!” exclaimed she, ‘^was that not Sanna, 
Nelly dear, going through the bushes over there? 
Now she is behind the elders and willows. I have not 
seen her for a long time, but I think that is her walk. 
Do ^ou see? it really is she 1” she cried, pointing to the 
tall figure in the dark dress and white apron, that just 
now hurriedly crossed the bridge. 

. Sanna !” cried Nelly, springing up. Mercy, 
what has happened now ?” 

The baroness requests my young lady to come to 
her at once,” said the old servant, in foreign accents, 
whose face appeared flushed by her rapid walk. 

For mercy’s sake, Sanna,” hurriedly inquired the 
young girl, gathering her Imitting together, what 
has happened ? Am I to go to mamma or to grand- 
mamma ?” 

“ To your grandmamma, of course,” replied the old 
woman, without even glancing either at Muhme or 
Lottie, who were helping their friend to get her bright- 
colored worsted straight in her basket. Your grand- 
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home, so provoked that I at once made myself ready 
to run over here, as your mamma said you were at the 
mill again ; Henry had no time, for he was obliged to 
take some letters to the post-office/’ 

Do tell me, Sanna,” begged Nelly, looking up anx- 
iously at the large, haggard woman, is anybody sick, 
or have they heard bad news ?” 

“Your grandmother has received a letter with sad 
news in it,” the old woman answered, and cast a 
gloomy look at Muhme, who had arisen. 

“For heaven’s sake!” cried Nelly, looking very 
much alarmed towards Sanna, “ it surely isn’t Army ? 
Sanna, you certainly know ; do tell me, I beg you !” 
And she ran to her and imploringly seized her hands. 
Lottie, however, sank upon the stone seat. Her feet 
seemed to refuse to support her, and with great, wide- 
opened eyes she stared absently at the group. 

“ I do not know,” the old servant replied, shrugging 
lier shoulders, while Nelly covered her face with her 
hands, and between her sobs cried, “ Army ! mercy ! 
mercy 1 if it should be Army !” 

“ Compose yourself, Nelly dear,” said Muhme, com- 
forting her, and taking the weeping girl in her arms; 
“it is not your brother, or she would not stand so 
quietly there. Go quickly home and never mind ; it is 
not he.” 

“Do not cry, my young lady,” old Sanna now said, 
emphasizing the young lady. “ The Countess Stont- 
heim is dead, but your grandmamma forbade my 
speaking of it here at the mill, for she wishes to avoid 

all the gossip possible, and here ” She suppressed 

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the rest as she threw a malignant glance at Muhme, 
who continued standing at the side of the crying 
maiden. 

“Well, well,” remarked Muhme, “you can keep it to 
yourselves then. Miss Sanna. What do I care whether 
the aunt be dead or alive? But you need not have 
frightened %e child half out of her wits with the news 
of death. It would have been time enough when she 
heard it at home.” 

“ I have nothing to discuss with you. I do as my 
mistress commands,” contemptuously answered the old 
servant. 

“ Oh, yes ; I know you of old for that,” said Muhme, 
the blood suddenly rushing to her face, as she looked 
sharply at her enemy. 

“ I am going a little way with you, Nelly,” cried 
Lottie, as though waking up from a stupor, and ran 
after her hastily-departing friend, while Sanna made 
no movement to follow, stood ^rather as if she had 
taken root. 

“ What do you mean by that ?” she asked, as with 
an expression of implacable enmity she looked over at 
Muhme, who was just then arranging the coffee service 
together. 

As these two women stood opposite each other, it 
was undeniable that here in one moment an old, long- 
suppressed hatred had flared up into a full blaze. 

“ AYhat I mean ?” replied Muhme, and, with her 
honest eyes fastened upon the tall, gaunt figure, fear- 
lessly drew a step nearer. “What I mean? Ay, 
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face that you know it, know it well. It has, indeed, 
often enough not allowed you to sleep through long, 
fearful nights, and has lain on your breast like a load 
that is never lessened, if you had said your rosary a 
hundred times over and called on all that is holy. 
That is conscience, Sanna, and a bad conscience has the 
teeth of a wolf : they bite sharply and deeply 

0 misericordia exclaimed Sanna, clasping her 
hands together with a passionate gesture of anger ; 

this comes of my running here myself. The baroness 
is right in forbidding one to keep company with the 
plebaglioj the misembileJ^ 

^^It is quite indifferent to me what your baroness 
says,’’ announced Muhme ; “ and you can spare your 
abusive Italian words. I do not understand them. 
But for once I must say to you, Sanna, since it is an 
accident that has brought us together, — I have longed 
for some time to do it, — you and your baroness have a 
sin on your consciences which is most atrocious. Per- 
haps you have thought no one knew of it. Perhaps, 
too, you have rightly owned that there is One who does 
know of the event, — One who does know how it hap- 
pened that a young, bright life was brought down to 
the grave. But I say to you, and you may deliver it 
to your gracious lady over there, God is indulgent for 
a time only and not forever, and he is not mocked ; and 
I — old Muhme from the paper-mill — I pray every 
morning to God in heaven that he will yet let me see 
the day when I can tell your lady to her face that she 
is a ” 

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in the air, what a crazy individual ! I wonder you 
do not say we murdered the high-minded little thing/^ 

I could assert that with perfect right/’ continued 
Muhme ; and if none were more high-minded than 
she, ’twould be well for the world.” 

I am to say that !” cried old Sanna, her face deeply 
flushed. Will you not perhaps affirm, too, that we 
gave her poison, or strangled her? When young Lis- 
ette died it was her own fault. What right had she to 
imagine the Baron would marry her? AVhat intrigues 
above her rank did she begin ! Such a gentleman 
has a hundred eyes, and sees more than one pretty 
girl.” 

Indeed ?” now exclaimed Muhme, hastily setting 
down again the waiter which she had just taken up. 
“Are you going to slander Baron Fritz, too? He was 
better than the whole ship’s crew over there,” — she 
pointed towards the castle, — “ and if he became a friv- 
olous young man, it was altogether your fault. Con- 
cerning the imagination on Lisette’s part, our Lisette 
imagined nothing whatever ; she was the loved one of 
Baron Fritz, and as true as I stand here, would have 
been his wife if false, wicked persons, worse even than 
robbers and murderers, had not torn them asunder.” 

Sanna laughed harshly and sneeringly. “Do you 
really mean it ? And I say, as surely as she was rag- 
miller’s Lisette, so surely is there no room for one of 
her sort over there.” 

“Arrogance always overreaches itself,” said Muhme, 
contemptuously ; “ our sort is too good, too honest to 
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there. The Derenbergs were people of honest char- 
acters ; they were not only noble by blood, but noble 
by heart, too; but since the time — well, you know 
what I mean — they would all have turned in their 
graves, one and all would have turned in the old hon- 
ored vaults, had they known how far your proud 
})edigree was carried.’’ 

Muhme ! Muhme !” called the anxious voice of 
the miller’s wife from the window. 

‘^Directly, Minna!” she replied, taking up the 
waiter; I’ll be there in a moment. You know we old 
folks love to talk over old times, especially when, like 
Sanna and myself, we have not seen each other for so 
long a time.” And then she strode off without turning 
round once. 

But, Muhme, for mercy’s sake 1” Mrs. Erving said, 
reproachfully, as the old woman, with her face much 
flushed, entered the room ; what trouble you will get 
into! I was really frightened; the tall, forbidding 

creature seemed so angry that ” 

But I was not afraid, Minna, not I !” replied the 
old woman, triumphantly ; “ it was a relief to me to be 
able to speak my mind once. For years have I waited 
for it; sometimes I thought I would have to die 
without having told them to their faces what a great 

sin they had committed, and now to-day Oh, I was 

far too mild ; but if I had had that false woman in my 
own little room, instead of out in God’s free air, then 

would you have heard, Minna ” 

Muhme! Muhme! ‘Vengeance is mine!’ What 
would our pastor say if he could see you now ?” 


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I do not wish to revenge myself/^ tlie old woman 
answered, in a low tone, for vengeance is always fol- 
lowed by an ^alas!’ But, believe me, when I saw her 
standing there, the woman who helped on our misfor- 
tune, it seemed to me exactly as though some one were 

pouring burning oil into my heart She broke off 

suddenly, for at that moment Lottie entered the room. 

“ The countess is really dead,” the latter announced ; 

Nelly’s mother said so, as she met us in the park. 
Army has written that she will be buried to-morrow, 
and that after the funeral he will bring Blanka back 
here again. The wedding is not to be postponed at all ; 
everything is to go on as before. Say, Muhme, was 
Sanna, whom I met a while ago on the forest-path, with 
you until now ?” 

Until now, my darling; it was indeed a lively 
conversation that we had together.” 

The young girl looked curiously towards her, and 
then sat down by the window ; her mother and Muhme 
left the room. All was so silent around the young 
maiden, with her hopeless love deep hidden in her 
heart. From the tall lindens without the golden 
leaves slowly floated down, — the faded, dead joys of 
spring ; a pair of little chirping birds fluttered from 
twig to twig. 

If he had died ?” she whispered half aloud ; but 
no — no — it is better so. Heaven grant him happine^ 
yet — for the sake of his mother and Nelly!” she 
whispered, in hesitating tones. 

A few days had passed by ; Lottie had diligently 
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bright, clear laughter rang out more frequently than 
usual. Laugh away, my darling Muhme once said, 
heartily rejoicing over it, for God loves a smiling 
countenance.’^ She is happy again, she has conquered 
it, thought she ; the child was indeed too young yet, 
and life lay still before her so full of joy and happi- 
ness. And then involuntarily the handsome, light- 
haired young man rose before her ; he who had made 
so few advances, and yet with his intelligent, friendly 
ways had more and more won favor in the rag-mill. 

They would make a handsome couple !” she whis- 
pered. 

She had watched him a while this morning early, as 
with his gun over his shoulder he had started out 
hunting with Mr. Erving ; she had noticed, too, how 
a swift glance flew back to the window of the room 
where Lottie was still fast asleep, and how she had 
thought, If she could see him just now, none can be 
handsomer.” Lottie, however, paid no attention when 
she afterwards praised him, and, laughing, only turned 
the conversation into some other channel. It was now 
mid-day ; the soup already steamed on the table in the 
dining-room, and Lottie ran skipping out-of-doors to 
meet her father, without thinking of the one who ac- 
companied him. 

Good-morning, father dear !” she joyously cried. 
^^What do you bring home?” Then she was first 
aware that behind him stood Mr. Selldorf, who, with 
his hat ©fP his curly head, had placed his right hand in 
that of her father and looked at him with beseeching 
eyes. 


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Until this evening then, my dear Selldorf,’^ she 
heard her father say ; then another shake of the 
hand, and the young man vanished without having 
glanced at her. The stately father greeted his daughter 
somewhat abstractedly, and then threw off his game- 
bag. 

Where is your mother ? I must speak with your 
mother,’’ said he, hurriedly. 

But, Frederick, the soup !” Muhme called out from 
the kitchen. 

That is so. Well, afterwards then,” said he. But 
at the table he frequently passed his hand over his 
face, and then he smiled and would suddenly become 
serious again. Once he looked so searchingly and so 
sadly at Lottie, that she laid aside her fork and asked, — 

“ Father, what is the matter ?” And Mrs. Erving 
too said, ‘^Erving, has something unpleasant oc- 
curred ?” 

By no means !” he replied, brightly, forcing him- 
self to a})pear at ease. 

Immediately after the hastily-finished meal he fol- 
lowed his wife into the sitting-room. Lottie walked 
up and down the garden, and once in a while gazed 
anxiously towards the sitting-room windows; finally 
she went into the house again, but Muhme, who at 
that moment entered the room, signalled to her to 
remain outside. 

Full of anxious misgivings, she took a seat on the 
stone bench beneath the window. There was a sound 
of eager talking within, and finally she heard Muhme’s 
voice saying, No, Frederick ; one thing you must 


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promise me : if she is not willing do not persuade her, 
for a forced marriage is an everlasting torment.’^ 

Of course,^’ replied the father; “ but all the advan- 
tages and disadvantages can, nevertheless, be put before 
her.” 

The young girl there on the sandstone seat suddenly 
became as pale as death. In one instant it had flashed 
upon her as to what was being discussed within. Was 
she in a dream ? Her parents, her dear, good parents, 
— could they be willing to part with her? She was to 
be obliged to go from the dear old mill with a strange 
man? Away from her mother, from Muhme, and all 
that was dear to her ? She was to occupy no more her 
own little room ; to see no more the tower of the old 
castle. She pressed her hands upon her bosom. Her 
heart seemed to cease to beat at the bare idea. 

Lottie, come in here,” called her father. 

She raised herself mechanically and obeyed the 
command. Then she stood in the sitting-room. Her 
niother was seated on the sofa, Muhme by the window, 
and both looked so strangely at her; yes, yes, her 
mother looked as though she had been crying. 

The old woman at the window rose and left the 
room : she did not wish to disturb the parents in what 
they now had to say to the child. She quietly went to 
her own room and took her Bible from the bureau ; 
then she sat down in the old arm-chair and folded her 
hands over the book. “ God only knows what is right,” 
whisi)ered she ; “ may He guide her heart, and all will 
be well.” In the garden the beams of the autumn sun 
rested on the bright-colored starworts. and long white 
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threads hung around on all sides of the half-bare 
gooseberry bushes, looking like a silver veil. How 
will it be here at home when spring comes again 
She thought of her darling, so suddenly confro^ed 
with the most important decision in life. In what 
light would she view it? Had she really not no- 
ticed how much attached to her the young man had 

become? and did she not, just a little ‘^Ah, 

no The old woman shook her head : she knew 
how it stood with this young heart. No, she did 
not love him ; and if she, notwithstanding, gave her 
consent, forced herself because it was her parents’ 
Avish, would she then be happy ? A forced love and 
})ainted cheeks do not last long. Ah, the poor child !” 
she Avhispered to herself ; if they only do not try 
to persuade her ! Minna would not do it, but Fred- 
erick, Frederick has set his heart upon the young 
man.” 

She opened the old book and glanced over the gilded 
pages, but she could not read ; the letters danced before 
her eyes, and her hands trembled. And now the door- 
latch was softly raised. Would a happy young maiden, 
her joyous countenance suffused with blushes, slyly 
peep in ? The old woman held her breath. The door 
slowly opened and the young girl stood on the thresh- 
old. Had she grown taller since a moment ago ? A 
serious expression lay on the pale countenance as she 
quietly entered the room. 

Muhme,” she said, softly, I said ' no.’ ” 

Muhme made no reply. She merely nodded her 
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asked. Marvellously strange are the emotions of the 
heart.” 

cannot love any one, Muhme,” she whispered 
close to the old woman’s ear. Two soft arms were 
thrown round her neck, and a pale face hid itself on 
her bosom; for so Lottie had thrown herself on her 
knees next to Muhme, who soothingly stroked the 
brown curls. 

God bless you, my Lottie !” she whispered ; you 
have done right.” 

Mr; Erving strode excitedly up and down the sitting- 
room, while Mrs. Erving, her eyes red with weeping, 
was saying, “ But, husband, if she really does not care 
anything at all for him ” 

Minna, it is difficult indeed to argue with a 
woman on such a point,” said he, stopping before 
her. Look at the young man ! he is handsome, is 
worthy ; he loves her, and is of a good family ; is 
not that all that she could rationally desire? No- 
body can convince me that there is not some other 
reason ” 

But, Erving, pray what could it be ?” 

And then, I scarcely knew her for the same girl, — 
she, who ordinarily is so meek, so submissive, to stand 
there with her pale face and answer ^ no,’ — nothing fur- 
ther than a plain ^ no !’ Heaven help us ! who would 
have thought it ?” 

A\^ell, well, dear husband, she is her father over 
again,” said Mrs. Erving, rising and drawing nearer 
to her husband. ‘^You know well,” she continued, 
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you to marry a certain Agnes, and how you likewise 
said ‘ no’ and nothing more.” 

Ah, that was something entirely different ; at that 
time I knew you and I loved you, but here — she has 
scarcely poked her nose out of the nest. Mercy knows 
how hard ’twill be for me to give the young man such 
an answer this evening.” 

He stood at the window, ill-humoredly looking out 
through the panes. He did not turn around either 
when the door softly opened and Muhme entered. 

She stood still for one moment. Well, well, 
Minna,” she then said, nobody has died ; you know 
there is no need for any haste, for there is not a 
handful only, but a whole landful of men. The right 
one will come some time ” 

The miller, standing by the window, made a hasty 
movement as if he were about to answer sharply ; then 
he said, composedly, ‘^You speak as you look at it, 
Muhme.” 

Ay, I should think, in such affairs, I am not quite 
an ignoramus ; and I have seen a bit more of life 
than you. Lottie is just seventeen years old, — that is 
scarcely out of pinafores ; a hundred wooers will come 
to the mill yet, so why should she accept the first one ? 
He is a fine youth indeed, this Mr. Selldorf, but tastes 
are different, and love without love in return is a ques- 
tion without an answer, and causes unhappiness. So 
now let it drop, Frederick, and do not be provoked with 
her ; she is your only treasure, and why then would 
you force her ? Anger will do you no good, and you 
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fore be content, and rejoice that you can keep the child 
for a while yet ; when she gets a husband she will be 
yours no longer.” 

All very well ! all very well !” he impatiently re- 
plied, and again resumed his promenade up and down 
the room. 

The old woman said nothing more ; she knew that 
she had gained her point, and, drawing out her knit- 
ting, took her seat. 

“ Have you then had a talk with her, Muhme ?” 
asked the mother, after a very long pause. 

Of course ! She came to me and told me about it ; 
finally she cried and begged me to help reconcile her 
father.” 

Where is she now ?” he inquired. 

She has gone up to her own room.” 

^^So?” replied he, again pacing to and fro, but 
nearer and nearer to the door, until at last he went out. 

I know where he is going,” nodded the old woman, 
with a smile. He was really very much provoked ?” 

It is all right now, Muhme ; but I never knew 
him so angry, — it frightened me.” 

^^Now, just look, Minna,” said she, pointing out 
towards the garden; and there they saw the miller 
walking slowly up the path, with his arm thrown 
around his little daughter, who, with head leaning on 
his shoulder, was looking up at him and smiling as he 
talked to her. 

<«My good husband, my dear child!” softly said 
Mrs. Erving. 


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CHAPTER X. 

The news of Countess Stontheim’s death was in no 
wise received very sorrowfully at the castle. The 
younger baroness and Nelly had not known the de- 
ceased at all. Nelly had twined some wreaths, and, 
with a few sympathizing lines, had sent them to 
Blanka ; and then the three put on mourning to con- 
form to the usual custom, but principally on Blanka’s 
account, who, as Army wrote them, was expected for a 
long visit at Derenberg. Army and her father wished 
to accompany her. 

Finally the day had come on which the visitor was 
to arrive. The windows of Blanka’s room were wide 
open, and the fresh autumn air filled the familiar, luxu- 
riant cliamber; the rays of sunshine gleamed on the 
pale green, glossy satin hangings, and on the raised 
cushions of like material ; fresh autumn flowers made 
quite a display in the vases and little baskets, and 
Nelly looked carefully round to see if there was any- 
thing missing that the petted girl might need. In her 
plain black woollen dress, she looked, in this glittering 
boudoir, almost like a poor enchanted princess, who, 
by chance or through some good genius, had been 
restored to the magnificent surroundings properly be- 
longing to her. The oval countenance with the deli- 
cate complexion was charmingly set off by the deep 
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ruffles of the sleeves were almost too small for a grown 
girl. 

It certainly is charming, — I mean this room, grand- 
mamma,” said she, looking at the baroness, who just 
then appeared at the door. 

To be sure ! But for you, mio more, I think it 
would be prettier in blue.” 

Oh, for me !” she laughed outright. Dear grand- 
mamma., I? and such a room with lace and silk? 
I should feel unhappy in all this fragrance and 
glitter.” 

You will learn to be happy in it, my child.” 

The young girl looked up suddenly ; her grand- 
mother’s remark seemed to have been made in earnest. 

If my little Nelly is right good,” continued the old 
lady, drawing nearer to the astonished young girl, and 
tries her best to give up her wilful ways, then perhaps 
for Christmas I will present her with a charming little 
room such as this.” 

Grandmamma, you?” exclaimed the incredulous 
girl. ^‘Ah, no; I would much rather have a room 
such as Lottie has, with blue and white calico, — that 
does look so beautiful.” 

The elder baroness shrugged her shoulders and 
turned round just as her daughter-in-law came into the 
room. 

I have just received a whole package of dress ma- 
terials and samples too,” said the latter ; did you give 
the order for them ? I thought it must be a mistake, 
for there are silk hangings and all sorts of things that 
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gave the order, Cornelia,” impatiently an- 
nounced the old lady. Let the things be put in my 
room.” 

Nelly hurried off to attend to it, leaving the two 
standing silently opposite each other. 

But what does all this mean ?” finally asked the 
younger lady. 

Have you once looked in the glass, Cornelia ?” was 
the cutting reply. In that worn-out costume you are 
scarcely fit to be seen by our domestics, much less to 
appear at the wedding.” 

She laughed. I had already invested in a white dress 
for Nelly, and a black silk one for myself, mother.” 

Of the lightest quality, right thin texture ; elegant 
for stage costumes ; I know all that,” answered the old 
lady, scornfully. Enough! I buy what I consider 
necessary, — that is sufficient.” 

But, mother ” 

You will probably ask, where does the money come 
from ? Well, then, Cornelia, thousands have formerly 
been invested in business by me, and now Baroness 
Derenberg’s credit will still stand : so much for partic- 
ulars, let me take care of the rest. Or would you per- 
haps rather have your son married in a bare room, 
where the curtains will scarcely hang on their rods any 
longer because they are so moth-eaten, and where the 
furniture-covers have holes as large as that dish ? 
Your daughter-in-law would delicately sneer, do you 
not think so,?” 

Oh, I did not think of that,” gently replied the 
pale lady, and closed the door, as the draught blew the 


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curtains far out into the room. I meant only,” a^ded 
-she, turning round again and standing by the magnifi- 
cent piano which Blanka had had sent on during the 
summer, because she declared she could not play on the 
old instrument in the sitting-room, — I meant, as we 
were only the family ” 

There we have again an instance of your want of 
tact, Cornelia. Army is not an adventurer, who cele- 
brates his wedding where he accidentally met his lady- 
love. He is the son of one of the noblest families in 
the land, and his bride is a connection of our house, 
for that reason I will see that the ceremony at least 
proceeds in becoming style.” 

The old lady, her face deeply flushed, walked past 
her daughterdn-law to the window. 

I must, above all, urgently entreat you, Cornelia,” 
continued she, to change somewhat your old-fogy 
ideas while Blanka is in the house. You will be the 
sure means of embittering her stay here, for she can 
endure this eternally anxious, economizing spirit as 
little as I can ; and now everything depends upon our 
securing the prize. The ^amen’ after the ceremony 
and all will be well.” 

The cheeks of the younger baroness flushed deeply, 
and tears gathered in her eyes. For whom did she 
economize ? For whom did she provide ? Why did 
she go in this seedy-looking dress ? Only that that 
eccentric lady might feel as little as possible the really 
pressing penury, and, to a certain extent, live as she 
once had. Every evening she sent Sauna up to her 
room with tea and cold meat, while she and Nelly 


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satisfied themselves with broth or simple bread and 
butter. 

Now you are crying again, Cornelia, the old lady 
began again, pronouncing the words broadly and 
sharply, which, when speakipg her mother-tongue, 
seemed to flow in melodious sweetness. Iliseri- 
cordia! what sentimental creatures these German 
women are ! It provokes me beyond measure when I 
see these floods of tears. What I have just said to you 
is only for the best for us all, if you would only see it.” 

Nelly came into the room again at this moment. 
‘‘It is five o’clock already, mamma, and we may 
expect them a little after six. The table is set down- 
stairs, and Henry will quickly start the fire in here and 
shut the windows. I am so curious,” continued she, 
“ to hear all they have to tell, to see how Blanka looks 
in mourning, and how the will turns out.” At these 
words she glanced towards her mother, and noticed the 
tears in her eyes. “Don’t cry, mamma,” she whis- 
pered. “ Army is really coming, our dear Army.” 

“ The will ?” inquired the grandmother. “ Mon 
Dieu ! Army half, she half, and different legacies to 
old servants, hospitals, etc., and very likely to the 
colonel, who will certainly step in for his share.” 

“Yes, dear grandmamma; but please remember 
Army once said that Blanka was considered the sole 
heiress ” 

“ Ah, bah ! so much the more favorable then, — the 
husband always has control of the wife’s property; 
honestly, I do not believe it, for Aunt Stontheim 
loved Army far too much.” 


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155 


But what if the will had been made before, grand- 
mamma 

‘^Then she certainly added a codicil to it,” impa- 
tiently replied the old lady. 

“ If I only knew for certain what time they will be 
here !” said Nelly. “ The usual stage arrives punctually 
at half-past seven, but Army wrote that they would 
come by the extra post, and for that reason rest a little 
and take refreshment at the depot ; so they certainly 
must reach here some time between seven and eight 
o’clock. Patience, patience ! shall I ever learn it ?” 
she laughed at herself. Only see the beautiful sun- 
set : it will soon be dark now. Oh, I shall be so glad 
to see Army !” 

Darkness gradually spread over castle and park, and 
star after star twinkled with sparkling lustre in the 
sky ; the lamps were not yet lighted in the cosey sit- 
ting-room, only the fire on the hearth cast a flickering 
light in the room. The mother and daughter were 
alone, for the old lady had left the room. The young 
girl in the deep window recess gazed with her large 
dreamy eyes up into the glittering heaven^ she was 
kneeling by the side of her mother’s chair, and had 
thrown her arm round her; the deeply-moved lady 
pressed her handkerchief to her eyes, and her bosom 
heaved as she silently wept. 

My dear, darling mamma !” said the young girl, in 
her sweet voice ; but please do not cry your eyes so 
red. What will Army think when he comes ? Grand- 
mamma did not really mean any harm ” 

Ah, Nelly, that is not it,” softly replied the weep- 


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ing lady ; an anxiety, a restlessness that I can scarcely 
describe, has taken possession of me to-day. Heaven 
grant nothing has happened to the boy 

“ But, mamma,” comforted Nelly, laying her little 
curly head on her mother^s shoulder, what in the 
world could have happened to him ? He is perfectly 
safe every minute of the time in the old yellow coach, 
sitting opposite his Blanka, which is a most agreeable 
situation for him ; the colonel is relating anecdotes, and 
they are all rejoicing in the thought of a hot supper 
and your sweet, cheerful face, my dear mamma.” 

The lady started suddenly in her chair. What is 
it, mamma?” anxiously inquired Nelly. 

It seemed to me I heard his footstep,” her mother 
answered in a whisper; ‘^did you not hear it too, 
Nelly?” 

No, mamma : it is simply impossible.” 

All became silent in the large room ; the whispering 
voices had ceased ; no sound was heard anywhere ex- 
cept the crackling of the fire on the hearth, and now 
and then an anxious sigh heaved from a sorrowing 
mother’s heart. 

But there — there — ^yes, that was his step in the 
corridor. 

Nelly!” cried the baroness, in a half-smothered 
tone. The young girl sprang up and almost flew across 
the room when the door opened, — a tall figure entered. 

“ Army !” his sister joyously exclaimed. Army !” 
came from his mother’s lips also; ^‘Army, is it 
you ?” 

Yes, mamma,” he answered, but his voice sounded 


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constrained, as though he were obliged to force hitU’- 
self to appear composed. 

My dear good boy said his mother fervently, as 
she embraced him. 

‘^Ariny, dear Army! but where is Blanka?’^ in- 
quired Nelly. 

He stood near the fireplace, still in his coat and cap, 
and his features were scarcely recognizable in the faint 
glimmer of the dying fire. 

“ Army, where is your Blanka ?’’ his mother now 
inquired also. 

^^She is my Blanka no longer.” His voice was 
almost choked with the pain that the utterance of these 
words caused him. 

Nelly gave a little scream, but his mother uttered 
not a word ; here then was the calamity which she had 
foreboded. She pressed her son’s hand more firmly 
within her own, as though she would rouse him from 
some dreadful dream. 

Do not make me weak, mamma !” he begged, 
slowly leading her to the nearest seat. It is of no 
use; how could I ever imagine” — he laughed bit- 
terly — “ that she — give us some light, Nelly,” he 
then said, briefly and harshly, ‘‘and prepare grand- 
mamma. I have not much time : I must be off again 
to-morrow.” 

Nelly seized the lamp with trembling hands; its 
light revealed the pale countenance of Army, who still 
stood on the same spot, absent-mindedly staring into 
vacancy. 

“Army ! my dear Army I” whispered his sister, sob- 
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as sne threw her arms around him. He absently 
smoothed her hair. 

^‘Grandmamma!’’ she then exclaimed, running to 
meet the old lady. 

“Army,” asked the latter, hurriedly entering the 
room, “what is this? I would not believe it when 
Sauna declared she met you in the corridor. Where is 
Blanka ? Where is the colonel ? What does it mean 
that you alone ” 

“ It means,” he slowly replied, accenting each syl- 
lable, “ that this morning early, shortly before the time 
for our departure, Blanka graciously dismissed me ; she 
does not love me, she gave as reason for her sudden 
resolution; and heaven knows the excuse is weighty 
enough I” Again he laughed scornfully. The old 
lady seemed thunderstruck. 

“ It is impossible !” she stammered, as pale as a 
corpse. 

“ I said the same thing this morning when the 
colonel made the communication,” continued Army; 
“and a hundred times have I tried to collect my 
thoughts, and asked myself whether I had gone crazy, 
or something very much like it. But no, it is a fact, 
— Blanka von Derenberg is my promised bride no 
longer.” 

“ Army, what had preceded it ?” faintly inquired his 
mother. 

“ What preceded it ?” answered he, in a sharp voice. 
“ Well, then, the reading of the will. Blanka von De- 
renberg is sole heiress to the immense wealth, — that is 
all. Why should she marry a man whom she did not 


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love ? But compose yourself, grandmamma,” — he ap- 
proached a step nearer to the trembling lady, — she'^s 
a noble character; she surmised that during my en- 
gagement my expenses had increased, and therefore 
informed me through her father that she was prepared 
to pay all my debts. Was not that indeed a consola- 
tion for the dismissed lover, for the stupid youth, who 
with a foolish love had dangled after this false piece 
of humanity?” 

While speaking these words he had been toying with 
a crystal goblet, spinning it round and round ; now he 
seized it and dashed it upon the ground, shivering it 
into pieces that went skimming far over the old floor. 

Army !” came anxiously from the lips of the 
mother, whose trembling hands were stretched out 
towards the passionate young man. 

The elder baroness, however, had raised herself per- 
fectly erect. We will not let that happen to us,” 
said she, vehemently. Blanka, at any rate, inherits 
upon the condition that you become her husband. I 
still have a letter from Aunt Stontheim ” 

^^Do you then imagine,” asked Army, standing a 
few paces in front of his grandmother, — do you then 
imagine I would ever see her again ? She might go 
down on her knees before me and implore me, I should 
thrust her away ; and were I at starvation’s door, and 
you and all of you with me, not one penny of hers 
should I touch, — rather a ball in my head. Yes, 
assuredly, a ball would be the pleasantest. Did it 
not free my father ? as Blanka informed me when I 
once earnestly entreated her to live here at Derenberg. 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


IGO 

She felt afraid, she declared, in this dismal haunt, 
'^lere the late possessor took his own life. Ha ! ha ! 
fit excuses, to which no sensible person could possibly 
make any objections.” 

Army spoke hoarsely and seemed half frantic, while 
from his disturbed countenance his dark eyes gleamed 
with a wild fire. 

Mamma ! mamma !” cried the young girl, in heart- 
rending tones, Army is ill : he does not know what 
he is saying.” 

The pale lady arose from the lounge, walked over to 
her son and grasped his hand. She tried to speak, but 
her lips moved without a sound proceeding from them, 
and her eyes gazed at him with such a painfully be- 
seeching expression, as though they would say. Spare 
me ! have I not suffered enough in life ? He did not 
see the look of entreaty. Impatiently he sought to 
free his hand from hers. “ Let be, mamma ! let be ! 
I am not thinking of dying. I will live for you. 
Here is, moreover, a letter from the colonel to the 
Baroness Derenberg,” he added, drawing a letter from 
his breast-pocket and throwing it on the table. Very 
probably an explanation why and wherefore it is better 
so, and so forth.” 

He ran both hands through his dark hair as he 
walked to the window ; then he strode suddenly and 
rapidly through the room and went out. 

For a few moments silence reigned in the room. The 
fine paper of the opened letter rustled in the hands of 
the elder baroness. 

Listen here, Cornelia ; here it is !” cried she. 


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Wliat did I tell you to-day ? ^ Another reasra/ \ 

she read, ^ for my dauo^hter’s request of your grlSff- 
son to restore to her her freedom is that she never 
could feel at home with the Derenbergs. The why ? 
— please spare me. Wherefore should we utter re- 
proaches when we are about to break off entirely all 
relations for the future ’ Do you see ?” she vehe- 

mently interrupted herself ; “ this is the result of 
Nelly’s and your awkwardness in association with the 
spoilt girl. Now you see the consequence. Army 
may thank you, and you alone, for the ruin of all his 
hopes. Oh, it is distracting to be fettered to such silly 
views, to so much stupid contriving ! ’Tis the misfor- 
tune of my life.” 

The old lady had clinched her delicate hand, and 
looked, with an expression of the utmost disdain, over 
at the mother and daughter. 

At me, grandmamma, you have a right to scold,” 
— Nelly stepped as if for protection before her mother, 
— but leave mamma out of the play. Your pardon 
for daring to speak thus to you, but I cannot help it. 
Mamma was always cordial towards Blanka, more 
amiable than you were. I did not love Blanka at all, 
because I felt that she became engaged to Army only 
at her aunt’s wish. And now I say Army ought to 
go down on his knees and thank heaven that all has 
happened as it has. Therefore, grandmamma, I beg 
you not to make mamma ill by unjust reproaches on 
account of this false, heartless creature, who even in- 
sulted our father in his grave, and Gracious 

heaven !” she exclaimed, suddenly, and in an instant 
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^by the side of her unconscious mother, trying to raise 
‘ from the floor, where she had fallen in a swoon. 

0 cielo ! cido murmured the old lady ; what 
a life ! what a fearful life !” 

It had long since struck the hour of midnight, and 
still Nelly sat at the bedside of her feverish mother. 
She was the only one who had kept a clear head at the 
doleful turn of affairs. She had succeeded in getting 
her exhausted, unconscious mother to rest, and had 
removed as much as possible the preparations which 
had been made the day before to welcome the beloved 
one of an only son. She had glided softly down the 
long corridor and listened at Army’s door : the sound 
of footsteps pacing restlessly to and fro fell reassuringly 
upon her ear. Again she sat watching her mother’s 
feverish sleep, and every now and then printed a soft 
kiss on the delicate hands, so firmly clasped over the 
quick-breathing bosom. 

The first gray gleams of the dawning day, that by 
degrees became streaked with a pale rosy tint, now 
appeared through the curtain. Nelly drew near to the 
window. There was the park below ; the leaves of 
the trees lay wet and heavy on the frosty ground. 
Brightly shone the red tips on the mountain ash among 
the golden autumnal foliage, while a thin, white mist, 
hanging over the tops of the tall trees in the park like 
a light airy veil, rosy- tinted by the rising sun, floated 
over the forest. Tired and ill-looking, Nelly leaned 
her head against the window-pane and closed her eyes. 
All at once she heard a slight noise behind her, the 
moving of a chair. 


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Mamma she cried, as she saw her mother 
feverish haste put on one article of clothing a^& 
another. 

have slept so long, Nelly, and have not once 

comforted Army. It is morning already No, let 

me be ; I must go to him. He shall not lose entirely 
his faith in man, he is far too young for that yet. Do 
not keep me back, Nelly. He will not rest. It is not 
so easy to sleep after such sorrow.” 

She scarcely suffered the young girl to throw a shawl 
around her, but hurried out through the sitting-room. 

Nelly did not venture to follow her. She went 
softly to the next door and listened. Suddenly a 
piercing scream. She hastily rushed out and down 
the long corridor. Her brother’s door was open; 
within the room her mother stood trembling, and sup- 
porting herself by the table. 

Nelly saw everything in the room in a moment. 
There was the old four-post bedstead, the pillows all 
in disorder ; upon the table a half-bottle of wine, next 
to it a glass ; and over the sofa the vacant place on the 
wall : the large picture that had hung there was leaning 
with its face to the wall ; there on the chair lay the 
epaulettes and the sword; but Army, — where was 
Army? 

He is gone !” stammered the trembling lady, her 
lips ashy pale. “ He is gone, Nelly. If he — if he, 
like his father 

If what, mamma ? For mercy’s sake, what is it ?” 

^^If he, Nelly, — if he Oh, I God in 

heaven !” she cried, almost distracted. Quick, Nelly, 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


m 

look for she begged ; “ I cannot. Tell him he 

is to stay with me. Once have I gone through the 
terrible, — once, that is enough. I cannot endure it a 
second time.” 

Mamma,” begged the anxious Nelly, ^^what do 
you mean ?” 

Quick, quick ! go now, hurry, do ! He shall not 
die : he shall live ! Go ! or they will bring him, too, 

so pale and bloody ” She shuddered as she glanced 

towards the door. 

The frightened child had understood her mother, and 
anxiety, as with the claws of a vulture, seized her heart. 
She flew from the room. Where, where should she 
seek first ? Mechanically she ran do\tn the steps ; 
the door of the tower stood open ; with anxious speed 
she ran across the castle square, past the stone bears, 
into the linden avenue. Her brother’s desperate state 
of mind, the frightful intimation concerning her 
father, revealed to her a terrible certainty. She clasped 
her hand to her heart and stood still. Where could 
Army be ? 

“ Army !” she endeavored to shout, but the cry seemed 
smothered. Army !” All around was silent as death. 
The withered leaves lay moist and damp at her feet ; a 
pair of little birds fluttered among the branches and 
looked with curious eyes at the anxious young human 
being below. “ Army !” she shouted once more, sum- 
moning all her strength, and then a long reverberating 
cry, like a huzza it sounded. In this way they had 
called each other when they were children : he must 
hear that. 


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Not a sound in reply : only a rustling among the old 
linden-trees, as though they shook their heads to an- 
swer : he is not here. By the lake perhaps, by the 
lake, thought she. And as she hurried through the 
thick bushes, a fear, such as she had never known 
before, took possession of her in this stillness, this soli- 
tude. What if she did not find him ? What if he 
could not hear her when she called him ? If pale and 

bloody, he Her heart sank within her, but she 

ran on. 

There lay the little dark sheet of water, as peaceful 
as if there were no such things as storms in the world. 
Pond-lentils and withered leaves floated motionless on 
the unruffled surface, and the stone seat on the bank 
was vacant. Nelly drew a long sigh of relief and 
hastened on ; the low-hanging branches brushed against 
her face and sprinkled her golden hair with dew ; the 
edge of her dress, all damp and heavy, clung closely 
.around her, but forward, ever forward ! With dread 
she looked now right, now left, and from time to time 
shouted her brother's name in the still morning air. 
There — footsteps ! As if pursued she sped on ; there 
stood the park-gate, the one side open; she rushed 
through it, — it was a workman, who, removing his cap 
and staring in astonishment at the unexpected appear- 
ance, passed her by ; then he stood still : she had made 
a sign as if she was about to speak, but as she said 
nothing, the man asked, — 

Are you seeking anything, young lady?” 

Oh, no, no ! I wanted to take a morning walk with 
my brother, — perhaps you have seen him ?” 


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The young officer do you mean ? Yes, I met 
him a moment ago, a short distance behind the rag-^ 
mill/’ 

Thank you !” she said, and, striking into the road to 
the mill, walked rapidly on. There stood the dwell- 
ing-house among the alders ; there lay the mill-path, — 
pass on, pass on ! They were all probably still asleep 
over at the house. Onward only! Then — heaven 
above ! — then the report of a gun ; distinctly, fearfully 
it rang in her ear. Mechanically seeking a support, 
she threw her arm around the nearest tree, and then 
sank to the ground. She did not see how an old 
woman hastened as fast as her feet would allow her 
up the mill-path towards her ; how a good honest face 
peering out from a white cap, bent over her, so much 
alarmed ; she did not hear the cry for help that came 
from the startled lips ; Mercy ! Nelly, our Nelly ! 
What has happened there again ?” 


CHAPTEE XL 

The dark curtains in the sitting-room of the castle 
were drawn together, and now, in the usual place of 
the old-fashioned sofa, stood the sick-bed of Nelly’s 
mother. She was taken very ill on that unfortunate 
morning when she sought in vain for her son, and now 
the frail life wrestled wdth the dark angel of death. 
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day on which she had viewed the rigid, blood-stained 
corpse of her husband ; now it was he whom she saw ; 
now it was her son, and in heart-rending tones she 
besought him not to die, not to forsake her : she could 
not live without him. 

All was silent in the lofty chamber; a slender maiden, 
who listened anxiously each time the confused mutter- 
ings came from the feverish lips of the patient, trod 
with almost inaudible footsteps over the floor, smoothed 
the pillows with a gentle hand, and leaned over the 
invalid, watching the gentle breathing when she ap- 
peared to be asleep. Yes, — for the second time rag- 
miller’s Lottie was playing the good Samaritan at 
Castle Derenberg, and this was the tenth day she had 
spent here in nursing. They were long anxious days 
and still more anxious nights ; to-day the fever had 
lessened somewhat, the physician said, and the exhausted 
patient had now fallen into a gentle slumber. 

Lottie took a book from the table and sat by the 
window, where a faint streak of daylight penetrated the 
curtains ; she leaned her little head against the cushion 
of the chair and closed her eyes. How strange it 
seemed for her to be sitting here in the castle which 
she had expected never again to enter ! One morning 
Muhme suddenly startled her from her sleep, and whom 
should she find but Nelly lying in an unconscious con- 
dition, and still in her damp clothes, on the lounge in 
the sitting-room. How frightened she had been ! 
Hours passed before they succeeded in restoring Nelly 
to consciousness, but in the midst of their endeavors the 
door of the sitting-room in her father’s house suddenly 


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opened and — Army stood on the threshold. She could 
scarcely suppress a scream of surprise and fright : yes, 
of fright ; for could he who entered with an expres- 
sion of deepest grief upon his countenance, and eyes so 
vacantly resting on her, be the same old Army, — the 
same jolly Army whose sparkling eyes and bright, 
handsome features had so lately beamed with over- 
flowing joy? 

Is my sister not here ?’’ he had inquired in monoto- 
nous tones; and then when he saw her lying there, 
still so pale and senseless, an expression of deep emo- 
tion flitted across his countenance. 

What happened then ? Muhme and he had talked 
to each other in soft whispers, and Lottie could under- 
stand these words only, — his mother was very ill ; he 
needed assistance; Sanna was so unhandy, and his 
grandmother was complaining of megrim ; and now 
Nelly, — poor Nelly ! 

I shall go,’^ Lottie announced. Then she had 
walked in utter silence at his side on that peaceful 
autumn day ; not a word did he speak to her at that 
time, and as often as he had softly entered the sick- 
room and drawn back the curtains to see his mother, 
to this day not a word had passed his lips. 

And Lottie knew why he was so gloomy, so silent. 
The brilliant engagement ring was missing from his 
finger, and the invalid in her feverish ravings had re- 
vealed the unfortunate affair. Oh, this beautiful, false 
creature! How Lottie despised the faithless one! 
Haw true Nelly’s remark had been, She does not 
love him !” But he, — if she might only say a few 


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comforting words to him ! Then the door of the sick- 
chamber was gently opened, and Nelly entered. 

How peacefully she sleeps !” whispered she, glan- 
cing towards the invalid, and then sitting down on a 
little stool at the feet of her friend. Thank heaven ! 
the doctor says all danger is now over. Ah, Lottie, 
how happy I am in this hope ! Now I feel quite 
strong again, and to-night you must sleep, you dear, 
good heart 

'^No, you shall, Nelly. No contradiction,” said 
Lottie, decidedly. On no condition will the doctor 
hear of your sitting up. Afterwards you must throw 
a cloak around you and go out a little in the fresh air. 
Your brother will willingly go with you.” 

Nelly sadly shook her head. Oh, yes, he would 
very likely go ; but, Lottie, you would not believe 
how dreadful it is to be alone with him. He walks 
along moodily at my side, and then all at once begins 
to whistle as joyously as a rogue. Ah, Lottie, I like 
it best with you. If it were not for you and Muhme, 
and if your good mother did not care so much for us, 
what would become of us ?” 

Hush, Nelly !” whispered the young girl, blushing, 
and placing her hand on her friend^s mouth. 

While the two young girls were chatting in this way 
in the sick-room, the elder baroness sat meditating up- 
stairs in her own chamber. It must be some time or 
other,” she finally said, half audibly. I must con- 
sult with him about what is to be done.” She rose 
and rang the bell. 

‘^I desire my grandson to come to me,” was her 
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short and ungracious command to Sauna, and then she 
seated herself again. 

Only a faint gleam of daylight stole through the red 
hangings, for without the sky had become obscured^ 
and a sharp autumn wind began with force to strip the 
trees of their leaves. A wood-fire flickered on the 
hearth, and cast streaks of light on the red cushions 
and curtains, so bright being the reflection that the 
faded colors seemed restored to their former lustre. 
The old lady was gloomily gazing into tlie flickering 
flames. 

Come in she exclaimed, as a loud knocking at the 
door was now heard. 

I was about to request a short interview, grand- 
mamma,’^ said Army, entering, and, after having made 
a bow, stood behind the chair to which the old lady 
motioned him. Mamma is so much better, I shall 
take my departure.” 

Will you be able to remain in service?” inquired 
the old lady. 

He stared gloomily on the ground. do not 

know,” said he. It depends principally upon the 
humor of my creditors. Of course, as soon as my 
broken- off* engagement becomes known, they will be 
after me like a pack of hounds. The affair will reach 
the regiment; the colonel will ask me the question, 
‘Pay or not?’ That will cap the climax: my fate 
will overtake me like many another before me.” 

The old lady listened to him as composedly as if he 
Avere speaking of a pleasure- party. 

“ Hellwig must find means,” said she, resolutely. 


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^^Hellvvig? Yes, if lie could coin money! Only 
lately he acknowledged the impossibility of providing 
me with two hundred dollars, the amount that I was 
obliged to pay the carriage-maker at a certain date. 
The man would wait until I — well, until the end of 
October, he briefly concluded. Oh, they all would 
have patience ; there was no need of haste at all, — by 
no means! Was I not indeed Countess Stontheim^s 
nephew, and about to marry her niece 

To how much do your debts amount 
He slightly waved his hand. What is the good 
of asking, when they certainly cannot be paid 

A long pause ensued ; with apparent interest Army 
examined one of the Italian landscapes in the golden 
frames. The wind blew furiously out-of-doors; it 
howled down the chimney and scattered sparks on 
the faded carpet and the old lady’s black woollen 
dress. 

Army, there is but one way to save yourself and us.” 
He turned slowly round and looked at her inquiringly. 
‘‘ As soon as possible you must make a good match 
somewhere else.” 

How, grandmamma ?” 

There are girls enough, rich, beautiful girls, who 
would buy a husband, as is said ” 

Ah, so ; I understand,” said he, lightly. 

Consider, Army ! It affects not your own life 
alone ; it affects us all.” 

Have you anything besides to communicate to 
me?” he asked, in a tone that made the old lady 
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me to withdraw ; I should like to look after something 
down-stairs.” He bowed and left the room. 

Almost mechanically he directed his steps towards 
the sick-chamber, but stood still in the anteroom ; he 
thought he heard whispering within, and stepped to 
the window, leaning his forehead against the panes. 
What his grandmother had just said to him felt like a 
touch of caustic on the fresh wound ; the burning pain 
brought the blood to his cheeks. A charming, fasci- 
nating image that w^ould not leave him, although he 
tried a thousand times to banish it, constantly rose 
before his eyes ; he saw her as she appeared to him on 
the day after the reading of the will, when all had be- 
come so quiet, so desolate, in the magnificent villa ; the 
crowd of visitors had taken their departure, the colonel 
was indulging in an after-dinner nap in the next room, 
and he was with her alone, — the first time for a long 
while. How wonderful she looked in her deep mourn- 
ing costume trimmed with heavy black crdpe, her 
wavy golden hair drawn back by a black ribbon ! She 
was dreamily reclining on the lounge while he talked 
to her ; he spoke of his love, of his longing to possess 
her, of all the happiness that filled his heart. Had 
she not heard any of it at all ? The look that she gave 
him when he clasped her hand almost froze his heart, 
and aroused the first terrible misgiving within him. 
During the course of the conversation she had sud- 
denly arisen and vanished behind the portiere; he 
caught one more glimpse of the golden hair as the 
draught blew the hanging aside ; then he was left alone 
with his sad, over-full heart. 


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She never loved him ! She told him that she en- 
gaged herself to him only at her aunt’s wish ! And 
those faded, withered leaves in the linden avenue, they 
had heard how she vowed to be true to him, how she 
assured him a thousand times that she loved him more 
than all the world besides, and now — now all was 
over. He was to sell himself, — sell himself, as grand- 
mamma advised. 

No ! a ball rather, — a ball !” 

He groaned as he ground his teeth together. Where 
was the good luck that he had so proudly believed 
in ? The old proverb came to mind : Your faith 
in God ne’er lose, my friend. He any day good 
luck may send.” Kidiculous, how rapidly it had dis- 
appeared ! 

A light footstep was heard behind him ; he turned, — 
a glowing countenance met his view. Your mother 
wishes to see you, lieutenant,” said a voice in clear but 
low tones. He walked past Lottie to the invalid’s 
room, while she stood at the window which he had just 
left. A fine sprinkling rain gently fell, enveloping the . 
country around in a misty veil, as she peered out in the 
direction of her father’s house, but could not catch a 
glimpse of it on account of the foggy atmosphere. 

What can they be doing there just now, — my dear 
mother, father, and Muhme? Father is very likely 
out hunting ? Ah, no ; he is confined very closely to 
the counting-room since Mr. Selldorf left so suddenly.” 
Again a deep blush suffused her cheeks. 

At first all remained quiet in the next room : the 
door stood open ; Army was very probably kneeling at 
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tlie bedside of his sick mother, and now he said to her, 

And did you think, my dear mamma, that I wanted 
to do as the nobleman from Streitwitz did ? Oh, no ! 
no ! I still have you and Nelly.” 

His voice sounded so tender, so comforting, and yet 
as if restrained tears half choked his utterance. Then 
the mother^s weak voice ; Lottie could not understand 
the words, but the tone of the broken sentences be- 
trayed a sweet comfort, a joyous thankfulness ; for did 
she not hold her son once more in her arms? Was 
not hers the overflowing love of a mother’s heart, ready 
to help, to comfort, and to advise ? Then all at once 
— was it indeed possible ? That sounded like crying, 

like forcibly-suppressed sobbing ; could Army 

Lottie, her face growing pale, suddenly turned around 
and listened. Do men then cry too? She hurried 
towards the door : she wished to escape ; he must not 
know that she had heard how he At that mo- 

ment he stepped from his mother’s room, with a deeply 
earnest face and lips firmly compressed, but his eyes, — 
yes, they were still moist with tlie tears that he had 
shed over his lost love. 

She was standing right in front of him, her hands 
folded as though she would beg his pardon for having 
seen him so. He too checked his steps; he looked 
towards her and read the hearty sympathy in her eyes. 
Did a recollection then come over him of the time 
when, as a little girl, she had so often comforted the 
wild boy who in childish sports had lost patience and 
had shed burning tears in obstinate boy-like anger ? 

Lottie,” said he, softly, ^nd thankfully extended to 


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her his hand. Army, dear Army TSvas tne reply, 
half choked by a sob. For one moment only he felt 
a little hand in his, and then she had disappeared. 


CHAPTER XII. 

The monotonous life had again returned at Castle 
Derenberg. Army had departed, and now all had 
become silent in the old castle. Want entered the 
desolate rooms, and with it — care. 

You must advise, Hellwig,’^ the elder baroness 
said, half imperiously, half imploringly, to the steady 
helper in necessity ; you must ! Only find the money 
in a short time, so that the storm may not burst over 
my grandson’s head just now. The rest can be pro- 
vided for afterwards; time will bring relief.” And 
the old man, with a heavy heart, gave his promise to 
try to help ‘^this blockhead, this Army out of the 
muddle;” and at the same time informed himself as to 
how the baroness intended to provide for the rest.” 

When, in her nervous manner, she intimated to the 
faithful counsellor her hope of finding deliverance in 
her own family, he had smiled almost sorrowfully, and 
the question, Make the dangerous experiment for the 
second time?” came from his lips. ‘^Heaven grant,” 
he addetl, that it may prove better this time ! Be- 
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think ; the world has become disagreeably practical in 
later times ; fathers who receive with open arms such a 
blustering young fellow, and consider it an honor to 
discharge his colossal debts, are becoming fewer and 
fewer. Money is scarce, baroness, very scarce, but, con- 
found it ! what nonsense to purchase at once an equi- 
page and satin upholstery for a sweetheart ! Plenty of 
time for that in after-years; one should not sell the 
bear-skin until the bear is killed. You, baroness, you 
who have experienced so much in life, you should 
have taken the boy in hand and taught him how to 
act ; he has always been very easily influenced.” 

The eyes of the younger baroness looked reproachfully 
on her mother-in-law, and then beseechingly at the 
old man ; the pleading eyes vanquished the latter so far 
that he promised at least to use his utmost endeavors. 

Lottie had long since returned to her father’s house, 
accompanied by the hearty thanks of Nelly and her 
mother. She came almost daily to the castle, and 
her lively chatter and bright, joyous countenance again 
brought for a few hours a ray of sunshine into the 
desolate old rooms ; Nelly then forgot her sadness for 
a short time only to feel doubly miserable afterwards. 

How happy her lot! thought she, as the slender 
figure of her friend returning to her home tripped 
lightly down the avenue of fine lindens, now in full 
foliage. She pictured to herself Lottie’s charming home, 
and saw in her mind’s eye how she embraced the 
stately old man, calling him her darling father, of 
whom she could be so proud, so proud. And then 
again Nelly’s eyes overflowed in bitter sorrow. 


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Then November with its cloudy weather came. 
Again the storms roared around the old castle, as they 
had done these hundred years. The clouds hung 
damp and heavy over the landscape, and rain mixed 
with snow beat against the* window-panes. Such 
weather exercises its influence on the human soul, es- 
pecially on an invalid, who feels the need of clear 
bright days, and it involuntarily forced the question to 
the lips of the younger baroness, Will the sun ever 
shine again ? Will the storms never cease Happy 
the human heart that even in the days of deepest 
trouble is filled with hope ! Hope, that ever whispers 
comforting words to the doubting heart, and on the 
dark, stormy background pictures arabesques and gar- 
lands of flowers, among which glorious, ravishing pic- 
tures of the future peer out. The tearful eyes can then 
glance up confidently again, and the anxious heart beat 
anew. Surely, all might yet be well. 

And time passed on; the monotonous, slow, and 
dull days expired. Once a week a letter came from 
the absent son, which the mother, with throbbings of 
the heart and secret anxiety, opened, expecting each 
time to read bad news in it. Do you not see, 
mamma, how unhappy he is ? So subdued, so different 
from usual,’^ sighed Nelly, again and again reading the 
letter, whose brevity sought in vain to conceal a deeply 
oppressed heart. 

All is well with him,^^ contemptuously began the 
elder baroness ; and he hopes Tis the same with us. 
He has much to occupy him , — voildi tout! He is 
no man, or he would venture all before allowing it to 


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come to the extreme. Heavens ! if I were in his 
place, life before me, and still so young! Oh, this 
unhappy German sentimentality, that on account of 
great sorrow for something lost cannot find spirit 
enough to strive after a new fortune! Orribile! it 
is the ill luck of us all. I never thought that he could 
be so too.” And trembling with excitement, the old 
lady sat down to write a letter to her grandson to give 
him courage ; and another to Hellwig, to spur him on 
to withhold the payment of the debts as long as pos- 
sible. 

November passed, and then came December with its 
storms. They roared down the tall chimneys and 
made the rusty weathercocks squeak as they turned 
round, while they shook and bowed down the old forest- 
trees. The rain pattered as usual against the windows, 
and soaked the paths of the forest until, one bright 
starry night, winter stepped in with tingling frost, and 
left them frozen as hard and smooth as a turnpike ; it 
covered the lake with a shining crust of ice, and for 
the first fine snow-flakes were spread over foot-path 
and road. 

Christmas will soon be here now !” said the village 
people, gleefully. ^‘Christmas will soon be here, 
mamma,” Nelly, too, said to her invalid mother, who 
sat knitting by the fireside ; but her countenance lighted 
up with scarcely any of that sweet anticipation of the 
happy holiday. Will Army come ?” she asked, after- 
wards ; and, as she threw her arms around her mother’s 
neck, she begged, ^^Dear mamma, I shall want no 
presents at all if only Army comes.” 


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Christmas will soon be here exultingly exclaimed 
Lottie to Muhme, when in the morning she saw the 
shining mantle of snow. Her voice sounded so full of 
hearty joy that the old woman, almost astounded, stared 
into her face. Had the young girl been entirely trans- 
formed then during the past few weeks? The old 
roguishness that made her so charming shone once 
more in her wide-open, blue eyes ; her cheeks were as 
rosy as ever ; and all this wonder had shown itself since 
she — well, yes, since she had returned from the castle. 
She joked with her father as before, and played all 
sorts of roguish tricks, that made even her mother 
laugh heartily. 

And now it would soon be Christmas. Whenever 
she spied the old woman there would be such hurried 
whisperings in the ear from the little red lips that 
Muhme could catch but a few words about Kris-Kin- 
gle, Christmas-tree and presents, and for her something 
more beautiful, more magnificent than anything she 
could think of. 

And all this delight, all this mirth, had been the 
magic work of a single moment, of the single word 
Lottie !’’ uttered in a tender, thankful tone, of a 
single hurried squeeze of the hand ! 

At last the holy evening descended the wide world 
over, bringing into every house a gleam of heavenly 
light. In palace and in hut the wax-tapers were 
lighted on the green trees, and cast their rays upon 
joyous countenances, upon costly and humble presents. 
The church-bells rang out in the still, cold winter 
atmosphere, inviting the people to thanksgiving, and 


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high above the joyous world heaven spread its dark 
mantle of blue. The stars shone down in sparkling, 
glittering magnificence, while Glory to God in the 
highest’’ ascended towards them, and to mankind joy 
and “ peace on earth.” 

Peace on earth ! Ah, many indeed were the homes 
of men in which the gentle guest found no entrance ; 
hearts to which no holiday joy could come for the 
trouble and deep sorrow within them ! On no other 
day does such an unfortunate child of man feel care 
more or sorrow heavier and deeper than on the one when 
all rejoice, when peace seems to have fallen upon all 
hearts but his own, and when the anxious question is 
raised. Why am I — why are we alone excluded from 
gladness ? 

This same silent question appeared to be expressed 
by the eyes of the young girl who stood at the window 
looking up into the glittering sky. ^^Down at the 
mill the windows are all ablaze ; the Christmas-tree is 
lighted up too,” she whispered, clasping her hands in 
childish sorrow to her bosom. Oh, what a longing for 
the brilliant taper-trimmed tree came over her ! Lottie 
had implored her to come ; she should at any rate see 
the candles burning on the tree. But no ! what was the 
good ? What had she to do with Erving’s Christmas- 
tree? It still was not really her own, and why should 
she look at Lottie’s happy countenance? Her dreary, 
desolate home would but appear sadder still after such 
a bright scene. 

She turned and walked towards her mother’s chair, 
to lay her cheek against that dear face. She felt with 


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her hand, but found the seat vacant. “ Mamma she 
cried softly. No answer. Now she too has gone up 
to grandmamma,” she whispered, sinking into the soft 
chair. They all leave me alone ; if they would only 
come back again ! Mamma and Army ; ah, yes. Army 
is there,” — that was certainly a sweet consolation. 
Surely to-morrow he would not have so much to talk 
with grandmamma about business affairs ! What of 
such importance could it be that ever since his arrival 
they had been discussing ? Still about Blanka ? 

Nelly was mistaken. Her mother was not up-stairs, 
where the elder baroness and the young officer were dis- 
cussing horrid, harassing subjects that were so unlike 
Christmas. 

Until New Year, — scarcely eight days off!” said the 
old lady, gloomily looking before her. 

^^Until New Year,” affirmed Army, who was stand- 
ing in front of the old lady. 

And you say Hell wig knows of no means ?” 

So he informed me ” 

But, dio mio ! it surely is not at other times so dif- 
ficult for an officer to procure money?” 

^^At other times? You forget, grandmamma, that 
our circumstances are sufficiently well known. No 
banker is going to advance me money with the certain 
prospect of losing it, and especially such sums. The 
only thing I could obtain was — delay until the new 
year.” 

And did you not even once endeavor to succeed in 
the way that I recommended to you as the only deliv- 
erance ?” 


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He looked daringly towards her. No ! my cred- 
itors indeed advised the same thing, and were willing 
even to help me, but a thousand times rather to America 
and work like a slave than such a yoke !” 

As you will,” said the old lady, dryly. It is your 
alfair, not mine.” 

Quite right !” he laughed. But to the devil with 
the whole concern ! I have not come to anticipate 
complaints ; I want really to celebrate Christmas with 
you, — Christmas !” he repeated, scornfully. 

So far good,” replied his grandmother ; then I 
shall try whether I can find an expedient. There are 
still persons in this world who have not forgotten the 
name of Derenberg. To-morrow — no, to-day yet, I 
shall write to the Duke of R .” 

A bitter expression played around Army’s lips. He 
thought of the picture up-stairs in the gallery, repre- 
senting his grandmother as a pretty young mistress in 
the act of welcoming the duke to her hospitable man- 
sion. Beggary !” he contemptuously muttered to 
himself, as he passed his hand over his face and looked 
towards the tall, black figure standing so immovable 
and with an air of greatest resolution by the table. 
She wronged him, the proud lady ; he knew it would 
be unspeakably disagreeable for her to write such a 
letter. 

“ Let it be, grandmamma,” said he, softly ; you 
should not humble yourself so ” 

“ No ! I will not let it be,” was the reply, for I 
see that I am the only one, although I am simply an 
old woman, who can in any possible way find help.” 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL, 133 

“But, grandmamma, will the old gentleman still 
remember you 

She laughed. “Will you ever forget the image of 
your beloved she asked, and her black eyes fairly 
gleamed with passion. “Certainly not! Well, then, 

just as little will the Duke of E. forget Leonore 

von Derenberg ; for he loved me. Army, from the very 
moment when I stood opposite him for the first time. 
He was then prince-royal; my husband presented me 
at court; there was a feast being held there just then, — 
in honor of whom I do not remember. Then as the 
ducal pair desired to see me, on your grandfather’s arm 
I entered the gay throng that filled the brilliantly- 
lighted saloon, while the people jostled each other right 
and left to catch a glimpse of the stranger, the Italian ; 
then as I bowed before the couple — then it was that 
a soft exclamation of surprise struck my ear, and 
when I raised my eyes they encountered those of a 
handsome young man, whose gaze was riv.eted in ad- 
miration upon me. I was seventeen years old. Army, 
and what is there more intoxicating to a young wife 
than to be admired and Past, past !” she whis- 

pered ; “ why conjure up past scenes ? 

“ And,” she dreamily repeated, without noticing his 
flushed countenance, “ he frequently came to Derenberg ; 
he was my escort on every occasion, until he started 
off on a long tour ; his parents were anxious about him. 
And my husband, well, he made the most ridiculous 
Othello that the world ever saw. He hated the life- 
loving prince, because I smiled whenever he spoke, 
and my eyes sparkled when I saw him, which by that 


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time they had almost forgotten how to do ; for every- 
thing indeed surrounding me, the earth, the sky, 
the people, even the entertainments gotten up by 
my husband, were so indescribably gloomy. He, in 
conspiracy with the princely parents, removed the 
gay butterfly that fluttered too passionately round the 
dazzling light. I knew that my husband had been 
made suspicious, knew who had caused him to look 
upon the most harmless intercourse in the worst 
l^ossible light. Oh, how I hated my brother-in-law, 
that ” 

ft “Grandmamma! And to that man you would write? 
Appeal to him because he once admired you? Him 
whom my grandfather hated 

“ I have now become an old woman, my child,’^ she 
haughtily replied, giving the still handsome head a toss, 
“ and I alone account for my actions. When, twenty 
years ago, certain impoverishment overtook us, he 
wrote to me : he had not forgotten the woman who 
had first captivated his young heart ; I might, by tak- 
ing one step, have rescued ourselves from the pressing 
situation, but I knew what I owed to the Herenberg 
name, what I owed to myself.’^ She stood before her 
grandson with upraised hand and eyes that glistened 
with haughty pride. 

“ Think you Tis an easy task to appeal to him ?’’ she 
continued. “ I do it on your account. Army, for you 
have succumbed beneath the first stroke of ill luck. 
It has made a visionary of you, instead of a strong- 
willed man, so let me act for you.’^ She strode past 
him, and disappeared into the next room. The door 


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banged so loudly and violently after her that the echoes 
rang through the castle. 

Army remained standing almost motionless by the 
chimney, silently shaking his head occasionally, while 
a bitter smile played about his mouth. 

Suddenly it seemed as if his until now shrunken 
figure became taller ; as if an idea dawned upon him ; 
a resolution that 

Army exclaimed a soft voice, while his sister^s 
light curly head peeped through the folds of the por- 
tiere ; Army, do come down ! Quick ! Mamma has 
sent me.’^ She had skipped into the room and nestled 
close up to him. Do you know what I believe she 
whispered : mamma has lighted up a fir-tree ; there 

is such a bright light shining through the cracks of 
the door V’ He looked into the dark eyes that with 
childish joy smiled up at him. “ Hurry she urged, 
grandmamma is not coming with us; she does not 
care to see a German fir-tree.’^ 

Yes, come, Nelly,” said he. And, throwing his arm 
round his little sister, together they hastened out of the 
room. 


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CHAPTER XIIL 

It was growing dusk already as Lottie, up-stairs in 
her own little room, packed a* dainty little basket full 
of sweetmeats. Again and again a particularly choice 
piece was laid on top, until finally she closed the open- 
worked lid, and said, in a half-loud tone, Now, 
there is scarcely anything in it but macaroons and 
chocolate : she enjoys eating those best of all.” Then 
she began singing, as she put on a little fur-lined 
jacket which she had found under the Christmas-tree 
yesterday evening, and to match it, saucily set on the 
little brown curls a black velvet cap trimmed with 
marten ; she looked scrutinizingly into the glass, and 
suddenly burst out laughing. 

Exactly like a boy ! Muhme was right,” said she, 
setting the dainty little fur cap somewhat more firmly 
on the centre of her forehead. IsTow for the muff, 
and then I must make haste, so as to be home again in 
good time.” 

She took up her muff and little basket and went trip- 
ping down the stairs. I am going over to Nelly’s,” 
she called in at the sitting-room through the. half-open 
door. 

Be sure to be back in good time, Lottie,” reminded 
her mother, or our good pastor will be provoked and 
the children impatient. You know the Christmas-bush 
will be lighte(P|i:^ for them at seven o’clock.” 


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Yes, oh, yes ; to be sure,’^ cried Lottie, and away 
she ran. 

Mull me gazed after her as she skipped along the 
mill-path. Ah, mercy me,’^ thought she, theil, how 
will things look at the castle? The Christmas-bush 
will certainly not have been overladen up there.^^ 

For a quarter of an hour already Lottie had been 
sitting by the fireside chatting with Nelly. Army sat 
leaning back in his arm-chair opposite her. He was 
busy with his own thoughts, and only listened now 
and then when the hearty laughter of one of the girls 
roused him from his revery. 

. . And mother received a pill-box from father,’^ 
Lottie was just then telling; ‘^on the top was written, 
^ The best medicine,’ and inside of it was money for a 
trip to Italy. You know, Nelly, the doctor has always 
told mamma that she should not spend the winter here, 
and she always protests with all her might against it, 

but now she has half and half given in ” 

^^But she is not going alone?” inquired Nelly, 

No ; of course papa will go too, and ” 

^^Well, and ?” 

And I,” Lottie slowly added. 

^^And are you not glad of it?” cried Nelly, ex- 
citedly. Oh, to Italy ! how beautiful it must be 
there !” 

No ; I would rather stay here with Muhme. I am 
perfectly well ; and prettier there than it is here with 
us it surely cannot be.” 

Oh, Lottie, you little goose !” said Nelly, reproach- 
fully. 


Igg LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 

“ No, Nelly ; you must not consider me foolish. I 
have another reason, but you must not betray me, for I 
have told father nothing at all about it yet. You 
know Bertha, the daughter of our head-inspector at 
the mill, is very delicate, and the doctor says that stay- 
ing at Vevey or Montreux alone can save her. She is 
a great deal worse than mamma, and now I should like 
very much to have Bertha go in my place. I am still 
young, and some time or other will go to hella Italia, 
as your grandmother calls it.’’ 

Army suddenly arose and went to the window. The 
young girl had spoken softly, but in spite of that every 
syllable had distinctly reached his ear. Yes, that was 
still the same good-hearted Lottie, who was always 
ready to share her bread with any poor child, and to 
give the glittering coins that Muhme had so carefully 
saved for her to the very first peddler that came along. 
Exactly as in earlier days, when she received a scold- 
ing, was the half-defiant, half-ashamed shake of the 
little head. And then another image rose before him : 
a small, slender figure, with wavy red hair, who shrank 
back from beggars, and with one wave of the hand 
heartlessly sent the vagabonds from the door; who, 
with an expression of disgust, drew her robes aside 
when a cripple beseechingly extending his hand chanced 
to meet her on the promenade. ^^Do not give him any- 
thing, Army !” she had once begged. It makes me 
sick. Come, come ! Aunt pays a great amount to all 
the benevolent societies.” Thus had she turned her 
face from the sight of misery. 

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ment. Each tree stood out distinctly on the clear 
background, and below there glittered the lights in the 
windows of the mill. How pleasantly the old familiar 
house, with its cosey rooms, arose in his recollection ! 
What a charming life might be passed there, shel- 
tered from all care, all anxiety about the future, about 
approaching distress ! 

“ A childhood’s loved lay, a childhood’s loved lay, 

Ever hear I that lay alone ; 

But so far away, oh, so far away, 

Lies what was once mine own,” 

sang a sweet voice fervently yet softly. He turned 
his head : there by the old piano stood the slender, 
beautiful figure of a young maiden ; the head was 
thrown forward slightly, and by the dim light which 
the lamp cast in this corner Army thought he detected 
a slight flush on Lottie’s face. 

“I said farewell then, I said farewell then, 

For the world to me was dear ; 

When I came back again, when I came hack again, 

’Twas all so sad and drear.” 

Lotties voice was full of deep emotion. 

^‘The last verse too!” begged Nelly. Mamma 
likes it so much.” 

I cannot sing any more,” she softly replied, turning 
round. 

Oh, what a pity, Lottie I” now said Nelly’s mother. 

Not even a Christinas song ?” 

She at once went to the piano again : 


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“ From heaven’s dark blue vault a star 
Gleams softly down on earth, 

While holy angels from afar 
Proclaim the glorious birth. 

“ Around the lowly crib is spread 
A halo, wondrous light ; 

An' infant lies on that rude bed 
With face so heavenly bright. 

“ Kejoice, rejoice ye, for this day, 

• When peace o’er all thus lies ! 

With holy smiles it seemed to say. 

To Christ all praise arise I 

“Ye people all, both great and small, ^ 

Kneel down both far and near. 

And thank the gracious Lord of all. 

The Prince of Peace is here.” 

Softly echoed the last tones of the Christmas hymn 
through the room. All remained silent. Within each 
soul it had aroused different tender recollections, and 
yet they all recalled scenes of happy youthful days. 

The thoughts of the invalid lady on the lounge flew 
back to the time when as a young mother she had 
taught her son these words that he might repeat them 
under the Christmas-tree to his father. Once again 
she saw the happy boy standing before his handsome 
father. She had kneeled down at the child’s side and 
folded the little hands together as if in prayer, while 
light after light from the branches of the tree were 
reflected in the innocent, bright childish eyes. He 
surely must be proud of his son ! Now say your 
prayer, my boy;” and the clear, childish voice had 
relocated, so earnestly and touchingly, — 


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“ Kejoiqe, rejoice ye, for this day, 

When peace o’er all thus lies !” 

That evening, however, did not arise in the young 
man’s mind : it had vanished from his memory. But 
he fancied himself once more at the side of two little 
girls down there in Muhme’s room. Both were sitting 
on the little stool at the feet of the old woman, with 
their rosy little mouths wide open and eyes earnestly 
gazing far away. They sang, not artistically indeed, 
but yet firmly and glowing with Christmas joy, — 

“ Around the lowly crib is spread 
A halo, wondrous light ; 

An infant lies on that rude bed ” 

^ Army is not singing, Muhme,” said the larger of 
the two, interrupting the song, and looking inquiringly 
up at her. 

Then there will be no gingerbread for him when 
Santa Claus comes after a while,” had been the reply. 

And then the little one, with tears in her blue eyes, 
tripped up to him, saying in a pleading voice, Army, 
sing too !” and as he resolutely shook his dark curly 
head, she disconsolately hid her face in her little hands. 
Then Santa Claus, in a great rough fur coat, came in, 
rattling the nuts in a bag, and threateningly drawing 
a rod from under his arm. 

‘‘Are the children good, Muhme? And can they 
say their prayers too?” he had asked, in a hollow 
voice. 

“ Yes, the girls, indeed ; but he there, the boy, he is 


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a stubborn little fellow, who will not sing his Christ- 
mas hymn. Just take him off with you to your snow 
cave, Santa Claus.’^ 

Then the little girl began crying, and, forgetting her 
fear, ran over to the dreaded man. 

No, no ! dear Santa Claus, please don’t take Army 
along ! He is not naughty. I will not have one sin- 
gle ginger-cake then either.” And Nelly, too, joined 
in shedding copious tears, until finally Santa Claus was 
obliged to withdraw without having heard a single 
little verse repeated, and leaving the sound of the 
weeping children and Muhme’s comforting words be- 
hind him. He alone, the bad boy, did not cry. He 
laughed as the last tip of the fur coat disappeared, and 
he saucily declared that it was not Santa Claus at all, 
but Peter, the coachman, with the miller’s fur coat on 
inside out. 

Army reflected on all the beloved experiences of his 
childish heart, and involuntarily the question rose to 
his lips, Do you still remember ?” Then he became 
silent, as if startled by his own words, that sounded so 
surprisingly loud in the silent room. They had all 
vanished long ago, these childish dreams : he had 
become a man. A man ? No, a weak dreamer, who 
had succumbed to the first misfortune. Even now, to 
rescue him, the old lady was sitting up-stairs writing 
the letter which very probably was the hardest she had 
ever written in her life, and she did it because he was 
no man. 

I must go home,” said Lottie, as she took her fur 
coat from the chair. 


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Oil, aren’t you going to stay this evening ?” in- 
quired Nelly. 

‘‘Thank you, but I cannot,” she replied, hesita- 
tingly ; “ the pastor’s family are coming you know, 
Nelly, and so I dare not be away.” 

“ Yes, true ; but come soon again.” 

“ Certainly.” 

“ May I go with you ?” she all at once heard Army 
say. 

“Oh, no, I thank you,” she stammered, confused; 

j 

“ To-day is a holiday, — the road might not be safe,” 
said he, abruptly cutting off her remark and taking his 
cap and sword. 

It was a wonderful winter night that had descended 
o’er all the earth ; not a breath of air stirred ; in silence 
lay the earth covered with a bright spotless mantle of 
snow, and canopied by the blue vault of heaven, from 
which millions of stars twinkled down through the 
clear cold atmosphere. The lighted windows in the 
little village below glittered from beneath the snow- 
covered roofs, and here above at the cross-roads, by 
the snowy sandstone seat, stood two slender figures. 
The old linden, as if astonished, extended its bare 
branches above the youthful heads, as though pro- 
tecting them from the eyes of all intruders. “ Is 
this, then, the time for love?” each naked little twig 
seemed to ask, — “ now when not a nightingale sings, 
when not a green leaf is there to whisper love’s greet- 
ings ?” 

And yet — the maiden’s head rested so peacefully on 


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his breast, while a heaven of love and happiness 
gleamed in the blue eyes. 

I am to help you, so that life may not be so dreary 
any more. Army ?- Really 

‘^If you are willing, Lottie,” he gently replied, 
kissing her on the forehead. 

If I am willing ?” she asked, — “ if I am willing to 
be happy?” 

How had it all tjome about ? What were her feel- 
ings as she now tripped alone down the mill-path ? 
As in a dream his earnest words rang in her ear, she 
felt the kiss on her forehead burn like fire, — and yet, 
was it reality, reality that made her heart throb so 
fiercely ? And to-morrow, — her throbbing heart almost 
stopped with fright when she saw the lighted windows 
of the house, — tlien he would come to her father. She 
was loved, truly loved, she was his beloved ! She 
stood still and peered back ; he must be passing by 
there now where the lonely old linden, in spite of 
snow and ice, was witness to the first budding of the 
sweetest happiness. He loved her, really loved her ? 
She shook her head over the wonder, the unhoped-for 
wonder ; and would her parents and Muhme read in 

her looks that she No, no, not yet ; first let the 

pastor get away, and then she would tell her father 
that somebody is coming to-morrow who- 

And now she entered the house-door ; the old latch 
clicked so fearfully loud to-day just because she wanted 
to reach her own little room undisturbed. No, it was 
not to be, for just then Muhme raised the curtain over 
the glass in the door and immediately it was opened. 


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Ah, you little gad-about T’ cheerily exclaimed the 
old woman’s voice, I was about to send Dorta, think- 
ing some one had run away with you on the road.” 

Good-evening,” Lottie replied, but her voice almost 
failed her, so great was the fluttering of her heart ; is 
it really so late ?” 

Well, I should say it was,” said the old woman, 
shutting the door after her. There sat her father at 
the round table, and her mother on the sofa with the 
pastor. 

So here you are at last !” was her father’s bright 
greeting, as he drew the slender figure towards him. 

But what do you say to this, Lottie ? Only think, the 
children at the parsonage have the scarlet fever and 
cannot come to see the tree. Isn’t that too bad ?” 

‘^Too bad,” she repeated, but her eyes glistened 
so wonderfully, and a happy smile flitted about her 
mouth that was not at all in keeping with her words. 
At any other time she would have uttered loud regrets, 
but to-day she had scarcely any comprehension of what 
had been told her. 

One moment only. I want to take my hat and 
coat ofl* up-stairs in my room ; I shall be here again 
directly.” And away she ran. 

“ What on earth ails the child ?” anxiously asked her 
mother. 

But the child, the child stood breathless in her own 
little room. Her fur coat and cap went flying to the 
nearest chair, and then she sank upon her knees by the 
bedside as she did every evening to say her prayers. She 
pressed her throbbing head on the pillow and her hands 


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were clasped, but not a sound came from her lips ; her 
heart was stirred by conflicting emotions, — the feeling 
of thanksgiving, nameless fear, and unceasing happi- 
ness. Finally she sprang up suddenly and opened the 
window. Over there, over there she whispered, 
waving her hand as though he could see it. Was he 
thinking of her now ? Had he told his mother yet ? 
And Nelly ? 

Lottie ! Lottie was shouted up the stairs. 

Directly !” she answered, in an exultant tone. She 
took up the light and stood in front of the mirror : 
dark gleaming eyes glanced back at her from the glass. 

His beloved she whispered, “ his beloved and 
a deep blush suffused her face. She hurriedly extin- 
guished the light and hastened down-stairs. 

They are in the dining-room already, miss,” Dorta 
called to her, and then suddenly exclaimed, Oh, 
mercy, mercy, miss, there is a secret bride in the 
house ! Only look ! one, two, three lights !” 

The young girl, who already had the knob of the 
dining-room door in her hand, turned around, blushing 
over and over again. Dorta was right : there she stood 
with the kitchen-lamp ; over there hung the green lac- 
quered hall-lamp on the wall ; while Muhme, who had 
just stepped from her own little room, was shielding 
the flickering wax-taper with her hand, thus throwing 
the bright, shining light full upon the good old coun- 
tenance. 

What foolishness !” said Muhme, as though pro- 
voked. “ Girl, you are surely crazy ; here you are 
crying out so jubilant that I thought you had at least 


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won the greatest prize in the lottery. Stupid thing! 
you yourself best know who it is I Every evening, 
indeed, a pair of lovers stand at the garden-gate, in 
spite even of the deepest snow. Go in, child ; I am 
coming in too,’^ said she, turning towards Lottie, who 
hesitatingly opened the dining-room door and walked 
in at the old woman’s side. They had all taken their 
seats already, her father, her mother, and the pastor, and 
when the latter had said grace Dorta appeared with the 
savory roast goose, which the host proceeded to carve. 

And do you know, pastor,” said he, in continuation 
of an interrupted conversation, as he sharpened the 
knife on the fancy little sharpener, it would be a 
genuine blessing if the report should really prove true ; 
but believe it I cannot ; it has been circulating for ten 
years past.” 

“ Yes,” answered the pastor; “ I can, however, tell 
you nothing more, Frederick, than what I lately heard 
in B from the architect Leonhardt; he said a com- 

mittee was to arrive in the spring Lo ascertain the extent, 
and as soon as that was done the construction would 
proceed. Railroad or no railroad, as far as I am con- 
cerned, I only wish ” He passed his hand across 

his forehead. 

Are you worried about the children’s sickness ?” 
sympathizingly inquired the hostess, after a pause. 

“ Well, yes : I honestly acknowledge it,” he replied, 
and really looked troubled ; we are all under God’s 
protecting eye, but the human heart is prone to despond. 
This year this treacherous disease has made its appear- 
ance in an especially alarming form. In the village, 
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the little ones are stricken down in house after house, 
and in several families one, or even two, have been 
laid in early graves. All bow to the will of the Lord, 
Minna, yet anxiety will not be driven off.’^ 

Mercy, mercy, is it so bad as that ?” With wide- 
open, frightened eyes, Lottie looked over at him. All 
at once she appeared to herself so very selfish. In 
her blissful happiness she had not indeed noticed his 
anxiety. 

Shall I go with you ? Shall I help ?” 

No, indeed, Lottie ; this is a dangerous, contagious 
disease ; not for the world !’’ kindly said the reverend 
gentleman, as he pressed her little hand. No, no ; 
Rosina will get through it alone. One should not 
thoughtlessly throw himself in the way of danger. 
You are the only child ; you must be spared to your 
parents. No, I thank you, Lottie ; we shall get along. 
I must hurry off again soon after dinner, for I only 
yielded to Rosina’s urgent persuasions to come.’’ 

Well, come then,” said the host, heartily, raising 
his glass : “ that all may soon be better at home, and 
every other anxious fear dispelled !” 

Heaven grant it!” The pastor’s serious face 
brightened again. ‘^But enough now,” said he, col- 
lecting himself. will not spoil your holiday joy, 
too ; shall I, Lottie ? Laugh again, you looked so 
radiant before. What have you and Nelly been after? 
Your face beams indeed like joy itself.” 

Lottie’s countenance became as red as a poppy. 

‘‘Well, up there things certainly do not look so 
beaming,” Mr. Erving remarked. 


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“Ah, yes, a bitter sorrow there too, — it is true,’’ 
sighed the pastor. “ ^ The smaller the children, lighter 
the care ; larger the children, the greater to bear.’ So 
goes the world.” 

“ Heaven above !” said the old woman, “ confidence 
in God is needed everywhere. As for the boy, for 
Army, however, I have no fear at all. The slight 
love-affair will not leave a lasting impression on the 
heart of such a fresh young spirit. He is of too proud a 
disposition for that, and love refused is new love in- 
fused. He will soon have another sweetheart.” 

“Well, that is a secondary consideration, Muhme ; 
but the distressing circumstances besides, and ” 

Bang ! went the door, and the young girl had van- 
ished. Those remaining in the rooms at gazing at one 
another in silent astonishment. 


CHAPTEK XIV. 

The pastor had betaken himself upon his homeward 
way without having seen Lottie again. One call for 
her on the lower floor had remained unanswered. 
Muhme searched all around for her Lottie. She was 
not in the sitting-room, nor in the room where the 
Christmas-tree was, and now she cautiously opened the 
door of her own little bed-chamber. It was almost 
dark within, but there at the window stood a slender, im- 
movable figure, gazing out into the silent, snowy night. 


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Lottie softly called the old woman. 

Muhrae was the reply, sorrowfully uttered. 

‘‘Tell me, child, what is the matter? Have you 
a headache ? Are you sick ?” 

But instead of any answer the soft girlish arms were 
thrown around the old woman’s neck ; a flushed face 
hid itself on her shoulder, while the flgure that nestled 
close to her trembled with restrained sobbing. 

“ Child, Lottie ! what is the matter ?” asked the 
frightened old woman. “ Has any one offended you ?” 

She shook her head. 

“ What is it then, my darling ?” And she drew the 
resisting maiden to the sofa, where she sat down next 
to her, still hugging her close. 

“ Ah, Muhme ! dearest, best Muhme ” 

“ What, then, my precious darling ? W ell ? Laugh- 
ing are you ?” she inquired, almost at the same instant. 
“ You foolish little thing, what is the meaning of 
this ?” 

“ Ah, I could laugh and cry, and — I don’t know 
what else,” she whispered. “Shut your eyes, Muhme. 

I want to tell you why Oh, I am half afraid 

of you ” 

“ Afraid of me ! Well, well, I must say that sounds 
like you. Well, quick, quick ! what were you about 
to tell me ?” 

I — I am engaged, Muhme,” said she, stammering 
over it. “ Did you not see it in my face directly ?” 

“You engaged ? Chi Id ! ” 

“ I am so happy indeed, so happy — Army ” 

“ Army !” groaned Muhme, while her teeth chattered 


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with fright. Army ? You engaged f’ she repeated. 

So then, so then 

Muhme, have you not one kind word for me ? We 
love each other so dearly, oh, so dearly 

Love ? He loves you ?” 

But, Muhme, how you talk ! Would he otherwise 
wish me to be his wife ?” 

Merciful Father cried the old woman from her 
very soul ; the poor deluded child ! She believes she 
is loved, and he — he only wants her money to relieve 
himself.^^ And in silent anxiety, with her cold hand 
she caressed that of her darling, lying like a coal of 
fire in her own, and then the sweet voice again whis- 
pered in her ear. Were they not exactly the same 
blissful, foolish whisperings as those of Lisette when 
she confided her young love to her ? 

Only think, Muhme, I can make life bright again 
for him. For my sake he will learn to enjoy it again. 
How splendid that is ! I am to do that, Muhme ; can 
it really be true ? Oh, Muhme, there under the old 
snow-covered linden where I saw him once before three 
years ago, there it was that he asked me. And now you 
will tell father and mother, won’t you? I should die 
of — of shame if I had to confess that I cared so much 
for any man. I cannot do it. Please, oh, please, you 
do it ! If it had not been dark here I could never, 
never have told you. Muhme, do say something ; do 
give me one single kiss.” 

Lisette — Lisette — was it not she wFo whispered 
just then? Oh, Father in heaven !” came in a tone 
of deepest grief from the old woman, is this the 


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happiness that I have prayed for the child every morn- 
ing and evening? Has she not deserved a thousand 
times better fate than this ?” Then for a few moments 
she sat as if rigid. 

Lottie,” she finally began, you do not know what 
you have done ; you do not know what lies before 
you if — do not be angry with me, but I must speak so — 
if this unhappy engagement should really be fulfilled. 
You do not know the old baroness as I know her ; 
she is worse than the devil himself. She will make 
you miserable, like my poor Lisette, whom she has on 
her conscience; and I say that my own conscience 
would reproach me if the misfortune indeed happened 
and I had not warned you now while it is still time, 
and when no one knows yet of your love except you 
two and myself. Be still !” said she, checking Lottie, 
as she made an attempt to interrupt her. Do it for the 
sake of old Muhme as well as yourself! What I am 
about to tell you will prove a very bitter medicine, 
but heaven grant that it may help you I It is the story 
of Lisette that I must relate to you. You still recollect 
I wanted to tell you of it in the spring, because I saw 
the love growing in your heart, but it Would not pass 
my lips. Oh, had I only told it !” 

The young girl crouched speechless at her feet ; not 
a sound from her lips betrayed how the young, scarcely 
opened buds of maidenly happiness seemed to wither, 
as when a sudden blast sweeps over smiling spring. 

Well, then,” Muhme commenced in a deep voice, 

Baron Fritz, the brother of the grandfather of Army 
and Nelly, was Lisette’s lover; they had secretly 


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plighted their troth, and except myself no one else 
knew it. Baron Fritz intended when he became of 
age first to present his suit to Lisette’s parents and 
speak to his brother, and then purchase an estate. 
They were a happy couple, Lottie, and a handsome one 
too, and they loved each other so dearly that it was a 
pleasure to see them together in the arbor by the water. 
Baron Fritz, when a handsome hussar officer, was sta- 
tioned in a small town not far from here ; he came over 
often, and as the time drew near for his accustomed 
visit, Lisette would then stand at the window of her 
little room, looking in the direction of the castle, when 
presently a bright light would gleam from one of the 
upper windows in the tower : that was the signal that 
he was coming. Then she cried with joy, and, clap- 
ping her hands, ran a short distance into the forest to 
meet him. 

^^But then — one summer evening — the brother’s 
handsome young wife, Nelly’s grandmother, made her 
entrance at the castle. Lisette and I had run over there 
together to get a peep at her. The whole castle was illu- 
minated, and the servants with burning torches were 
standing in waiting by the great high stairs; Baron 
Fritz was there too, with his aged mother, when the 
young couple came driving up. That the young 
woman was handsome must be acknowledged, but pride 
was in her manner, pride in her pale countenance, and 
pride glistened from her large black eyes. Lisette had 
become quite pale when she glanced back at her. 

^ She will not be a friend to me, Marie,’ Lisette 
said to me. And she was right. Heaven only knows 


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how tlie haughty young wife discovered that Baron 
Fritz liked Lisette, or who put the diabolical idea into 
her head of separating them. I only know this one 
thing, that she succeeded. And how — how has she 
prospered ! 

It was in the autumn, and the castle was full of 
hunting guests ; their halloos could be heard distinctly 
from the forest, and the castle windows blazed with 
light every evening. The extravagant whirl of life so 
dear to the harmless, and through which she has re- 
duced the family almost to beggary, then commenced. 
But Baron Fritz said good-by to Lisette; he would 
not be able to return for some time, and she gave him 
a little golden heart that she always wore round her 
neck. I heard how she said, ^Here, Fritz, put the 
lock of hair inside and remember me !’ 

“ Ah, Lottie, this golden heart was the death of Lis- 
ette. But listen again. Baron Fritz took his depart- 
ure, and about fourteen days passed by. The lovers were 
debarred from writing, for then all would have become 
public ; indeed, at that time writing was not so general 
as it is to-day, but so much the more thought did they 
give each other. Well, then, Baron Fritz had departed, 
and every evening, according to her old habit, Lisette 
stood at the window and gazed over at the little tower- 
room ; for Baron Fritz, when he was at home, always 
slept there. But each evening it remained dark, and 
it was not possible for it to be otherwise, as he could 
not be back again for four weeks, and barely fourteen 
days had gone by. Then, one evening, Lisette cried 
out with delight, and ran to meet me just as I was 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 205 

coming, with my knitting in my hand, to chat with 
her. 

^ Heavens!’ she cried, ^ he is there; there is a light in 
the tower I’ And true, the lighted bay-window gleamed 
in the darkness. She did not even throw any wrap 
around her as she flew from the house. After a short 
time she came back. ^ He did not come,’ said she ; 
^ what can that mean?’ I shook my head. ^Just 
wait, Lisette dear ; I will ask Christian to-morrow.’ 
But Christian did not come ; and at mid-day a boy 
brought me word not to wait for him : he had gone on 
an errand for the master, to get a new horse for the 
baroness. 

Lisette was in a state of restlessness scarcely to be 
described. As soon as it became twilight she stood at 
the window, and again the light could be seen over 
there. Once more she ran out-of-doors, but came back 
very pale, and in tears threw herself on the lounge. 
Heaven knows she must have had a presentiment of 
what was before her, for she would listen to no conso- 
lation. ‘ He is there, and does not come ; he does not 
love me any more,’ she sobbed. ^ Oh, I shall die if it 
is true I’ 

“ The same story on the third evening: Lisette looked 
like the chalk on the wall. Then all remained dark in 
the tower-room. About four days after that, Lisette 
and I were sitting in the bright sunshine before the 
door, plucking fieldfares, and her eyes followed the 
feathers as they circled up about in the air, while she 
heaved one heavy sigh after the other. J ust then a young 
girl came strolling over the mill-bridge. At first we 
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did not recognize her, for her new red cloak with black 
stripes almost dazzled our eyes ; then, however, Lisette 
said, ^ That is silly Frances. What does she want 
here V Yes, it was she, who came dancing right up to 
us, with her snow-white stockings and dainty little 
slippered feet. She had on a black velvet body, and 
two plaits that were just as black hung down her back; 
her face, with its brilliant black eyes and little nose, 
looked at Lisette like joy itself. Let me tell you, 
Lottie, this silly Frances had been in our confirmation 
class, and a wilder child there never was. A gypsy 
had once left her lying behind the church-yard hedge 
when she was scarce eight days old, and she had grown 
up in the poorhouse. She always was a light-headed 
creature, averse to work, and the vexation of the entire 
neighborhood ; but one day when she came to the castle 
with a little basket of berries, the baroness took a fancy 
to her. ‘ She reminds me of my home,’ she had said ; 
and so Frances entered the service of the gracious lady, 
and went about as gayly dressed as though life were 
naught but a masquerade. But we soon heard too that 
she was still the same silly Frances. A great many 
strange cavaliers circulated about the castle, and 
Frances was pretty, too pretty; she surely might 
have found an honest fellow who could have con- 
sidered her his honorable wife; but she was frivol- 
ous, as frivolous as the worst. One, at our home, 
and heaven be thanked for it, still valued modesty and 
propriety. 

So she came here that day. Large glittering ear- 
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with which she so coDspicuously smoothed her snow- 
white apron. 

“ ^ Good-morning/ she called to us, and Lisette 
answered, — 

^ Good-morning,’ and then asked, ‘ What is it, 
Frances ?’ 

^ Welladay ! I saw you sitting over here, and I 
wanted to see how affairs looked with you. You need 
not be ashamed of me : we were both confirmed to- 
gether, — or have you become proud ?’ 

“ ^ No,’ replied Lisette. ^ I am not proud, but your 
coming means something. Tell me quickly what you 
want.’ 

^ Nothing at all, my dear,’ she answered, seemingly 
offended. ^ You need not be ashamed of me : I do not 
beg any more ; have my bread in plenty.’ And at this 
she laughed so that all her white teeth were displayed, 
and she spun round on her foot until the red cloak 
and her plaits stood straight out. ‘ You look so pale,’ 
she then said suddenly, fixing her eyes on Lisette’s face. 
‘ Lovesick, eh ?’ 

Lisette colored over and over again. ^ What does 
it matter to you how I look ?’ was her short reply, as 
she rose so quickly that the fine feathers in her lap 
whirled round in the air. All at once I saw that her 
eyes were nearly out of her head, and that she was 
deathly pale as she clasped her hand to her heart and 
sank upon the seat; and as my eyes followed hers they 
fell upon a little golden heart sticking in Frances’s neck- 
handkerchief. ^ Merciful heaven !’ cried Lisette ; and 
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had seized her by the shoulder, and asked in a tone 
that pierced to the marrow in my bones, so full of an- 
guish it was, ^ Where did you get that heart, Frances ?’ 

Lottie hung in breathless suspense on the lips of the 
narrator. 

For one moment all was quiet,” continued Muhme, 
after a short pause ; then you should have heard in 
what anxious tones Lisette repeated : 

Where did you get that gold heart, Frances?’ 
She seemed to endeavor to read the words on Frances’s 
lips, while the latter tossed her head and looked at 
Lisette with sparkling eyes; she stood with folded 
arms, and by and by a scornful smile came around 
her mouth. 

^ What does it matter to you ?’ she inquired, trying 
to free herself. 

‘ What does it matter to me ? Gracious heaven ! 
she asks what does it matter to me ! Marie, oh, help 
me !’ cried Lisette ; ^ I must have it again. Indeed it 
is mine — no, his, — I gave it to him !’ 

I drew nearer, almost paralyzed by fright. ^ Give 
the thing here, Frances!^ said I. ^You found it, 
didn’t you ?’ 

^ What do you mean ?’ exclaimed the latter, shaking 
Lisette’s hand off from her shoulder, where it was rest- 
ing heavily ; ^ ’tis a wonder you don’t say that I stole 
it. It is my own property ; only the one who gave it 
to me shall take it from me, and now don’t touch me ! 
I should think you would still recollect that I can 
scratch.’ She stepped back: her fists were clinched. 
Then she turned to go. 


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^^^Stop!’ cried Lisette, seizing her arm again. 
ask you in the name of heaven, who gave you that 
heart?’ She stood erect before the girl, holding her 
hand up threateningly, — a shudder ran through her 
frame. I shall never forget that moment, Lottie. I 
wanted to go to her, to touch her, but I had to stand 
still and gaze at her ; she looked so beautiful. A ray of 
autumn sunshine stole through the leafy branches of 
the linden, and shimmered like a halo upon her soft 
brown hair ; like a sainted image she stood there, like 
an angel before a lost one. 

Frances had become quite pale as she met Lisette’s 
eyes, but then she tore herself away and said, ^ Why 
do you want to know that ? Did I, even once, ask you 
who gave you the little gold ring that only lately you 
kissed so fervently in the arbor. Yes, yes, I saw it 
very well,’ she laughed, ^ and can’t I have a secret love 
too? Think you because you are the rich rag-miller’s 
pretty Lisette nobody is pleased with silly Frances ? 
Farewell, Lisette, don’t be so astonished. I say noth- 
ing more.’ She laughed scornfully, and rushed over 
the mill-bridge, her red cloak shining brightly in the 
sunlight. 

Lisette, however, stood white and motionless, gaz- 
ing after her, and when I went up to her to comfort 
her, she hastily thrust me aside and then ran up to her 
own room. I did not know what to do, child, whether 
to follow her or not ; my heart throbbed as though it 
would burst, and while I was still standing there Li- 
sette’s mother came and gave me an errand to attend 
to, and scolded because the feathers all lay scattered 


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about the green grass. I attended to 'what she had 
ordered, but the tears flowed from my eyes on account 
of Lisette’s heavy sorrow. Heaven above ! who would 
have thought of this ? Could it really be true that he 
had trifled away to this frivolous lass the token of re- 
membrance from his sweetheart? But where indeed 
could she have gotten it ? And then, the light in the 
little tower-room three evenings in succession! Oh, 
heavens and earth, thought I, what is to happen now ? 
As soon as I could I ran up to Lisette ; there she stood 
at the window looking over towards the castle, and 
when I approached her, and would have put my arm 
around her, she said, quite softly, — 

^ Let me be, Marie dear. With what will you 
comfort me ? Go down-stairs ; only go ! I shall get 
along by myself.^ 

“ I shook my head and went. I could scarcely speak 
for crying, but just as I was about closing the door of 
the room she uttered a frightful, piercing scream, and 
when I ran back, much alarmed, she was trembling as 
if in a convulsion, and then fell to the floor. I en- 
deavored to raise her up, but she lay in my arms as 
heavy as a corpse, and then her mother came up the 
steps, and — heaven above, child, why should I picture 
it all to you ? It seems to me only like a horrible, dis- 
mal dream. 

Lisette became very, very ill ; the doctor gave no 
hope. Day and night I sat by the bedside, listening to 
her fearful delirium ; and she chatted so sweetly with 
her dear one that my heart almost stood still with 
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of fevOr that the mother discovered her child’s joy and 
sorrow. I had to tell her all. She threw a long sor- 
rowful look at the lovely creature, from whose lips the 
cup of happiness had been so rudely dashed; her father 
however, raged and cursed at the faithless one ; only 
Lisette’s brother said, — 

^ There is some villainous, devilish trick at the 
back of it. I know Fritz : there is not a false drop of 
blood in him.’ 

“ Ah, child, how many tears were shed, how many 
prayers were said in that little room ! We wrung our 
hands in despair for her young life, but the good Lord’s 
decrees can never be changed by the hand of any man, 
and on the ninth day, just as the evening sky glowed 
with golden tints, a ray fell upon her pale countenance 
and her blue eyes closed forever. So peacefully she 
lay there, so calmly, so far from all heart-ache. But I 
had thrown myself down over there, and wept in an 
agony of grief ” 

The old woman stopped and wiped her eyes. Lottie 
had buried her head in Muhme’s lap, and she too 
seemed to be softly sobbing. 

The same evening that Lisette died,” continued 
Muhme, “ I ran out into the garden just as they tolled 
the village bell for her, for I had no rest or peace either 
in one place or another. As I was standing there, all 
at once a light blazed up in the tower over at the castle. 
I was startled, and my tears then burst forth afresh, 
for she who was now lying there so peacefully would 
never be able to see it again. I leaned against the 
wall of the house and cried from the bottom of my 


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heart. I heard from the sitting-room within the foot- 
steps of the miller, — who strode restlessly to and fro, — 
and then again the mother^s dreadful sobbing, and her 
son’s comforting words ; otherwise all around was 
silent, silent as death. The tolling, too, had ceased. 
The wheels of the mill had rested the whole day long, 
and the youths and maidens from the building glided 
noiselessly round, whispering only to one another as 
if they wished not to disturb our Lisette’s rest. 

All at once I heard the firm, quick steps of 
some one approaching from the other side. ^ Mercy ! 
my Christian !’ thought I, but the same instant the fig- 
ure was on the mill-bridge, and a cheery voice began 
singing a song, so joyously, so happily, it went through 
and through me. Father in heaven ! that was Baron 
Fritz’s voice ! And before I was aware of it, for I was 
paralyzed with fright, he was in the house ; and when 
I followed him, he had already opened the door and 
was standing opposite the miller. His joyous counte- 
nance and glistening eyes searched in all the corners for 
Lisette. 

The miller’s wife when she saw him gave a shriek 
as she sank back in her chair ; but the miller, rushing 
upon him with the cry, ‘ Cursed youth, would you 
mock me even in my sorrow ?’ dragged him into the 
room. 

The miller was a passionate man, but Lisette’s 
brother sprang between the two and cried, — 

^ First ask him if he is guilty or not, father !’ 

Still the old man kept his stand before him, ex- 
claiming, — 


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“ ^ Lisette ! you are seeking Lisette, baron ? There 
she lies up-stairs ; go up and look at her !’ Then 
he clasped his hands to his face in a wild frenzy of 
grief. 

^ Come, Fritz,’ then said Lisette’s brother, leading 
the perplexed young man into the next room, ^ come 
here. I will tell you of the sad affliction that has be- 
fallen us.’ And then they closed the door after them, 
and I was left alone with the weeping parents. 

^'Not a word could be heard from the adjoining 
room, only once a grievously heaved sigh, — that was 
all. Each minute seemed an eternity. I sat by the 
window peering out into the darkness, but suddenly I 
started back frightened, for a face was pressed close 
against the outside of the pane, and two large dark 
eyes, gleaming with anxiety and fright, were peeping 
into the room, then a hand beckoned to me, and the 
face vanished. 

I recognized it : it was silly Frances. 

^ Heaven defend us !’ thought I, ‘ what does she 
want again?’ But I went out softly, and there she 
stood with both hands clasped round the pillar of the 
front porch, and the faint light gleaming from the door 
of the room revealed a countenance almost distorted by 
fright ; the strands of black hair hanging loosely over 
it adding still more to the terrible in her appearance. 
She trembled so that she was scarcely able to support 
herself, and when I looked at her astonished and in- 
quiringly, she moved her pale lips without a sound 
coming from them. 

‘ Lisette,’ she then said, in a hollow voice, — ^ is it 


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true what people say? Was the tolling just before 
for Lisette V 

^^^She lies up-stairs in everlasting repose/ I replied. 

^ Merciful heaven !’ shrieked the girl ; ^ is it true? 
is it really true V 

^^At that moment Baron Fritz came from a door 
near by, and behind him Lisette’s brother, holding a 
candle in his hand. The baron was as pale as death, 
and his eyes fairly glowed in his head ; evidently he 
was about going up to the chamber of death. Then 
his glance fell on the figure of the girl on the ground, 
and recognizing her, he stopped suddenly. 

« < J give the keepsake from my darling to her ?’ said 
he, with a fearful composure, while his eyes were fixed 
upon her with an expression of hatred. ^ Frederick, 
do you believe that? Speak, creature !’ he then cried, 
in a trembling voice. ^You stole the golden heart 
that I missed at the last moment of my departure.’ 

The girl raised her hands towards him. ^ No, oh, 
no, baron ’ 

^^‘Will you confess, you wicked girl!’ cried he, 
raising the riding- whip in his hand ready to strike. 

^ Strike, sir !’ she cried. ^ I have deserved it ; but, 
in the name of heaven, I did not steal it. It was given 
to me, as truly as I lie here. I would never have put 
it around my neck for fun if I had known how it 
would end.’ 

“ Baron Fritz dropped his raised arm. ^ Away with 
you !’ he shouted, thrusting her from the door. ^ You 
shall not at least disturb the peace here in the house of 
mourning. I will secure you yet.’ 


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" She rose quickly. ^ Pity, sir !’ she exclaimed ; 
‘ forgive me. I am a foolish, stupid thing, but I am 
not wicked. Oh, baron ! indeed I would gladly die if 
I could bring Lisette to life again.’ 

She looked so crushed, so truly pitiful as she stood 
before him, with her hands clasped and her dark eyes 
all tear-stained, that Frederick said to Baron Fritz, 
‘ Ask her who told her to wear the little heart for fun. 
Perhaps she will tell you.’ 

^ Who told you that you should wear the golden 
heart ?’ Mechanically the baron repeated the question, 
while the sudden lighting up of his eye revealed the 
fearful apprehension within him. 

^ Tell us, Frances,’ Frederick said to her, gently ; 
‘ tell us, if we are to believe that you really had no 
bad intentions when you ’ 

^ No, indeed, indeed not !’ she cried, aloud. ^ I 
thought of no evil : I only wanted to provoke Lisette 
once, because she always acted so haughtily towards 
me, and yet I could gain no advantage over her. For 
that reason I was ready in an instant when she told 

me I should No, I won’t confess it. Mercy ! I 

dare betray nothing.’ 

She trembled all over. 

‘ Go !’ said Baron Fritz, suddenly. ^ I do not wish 
to know it now. There has been some villainy exer- 
cised here, a devilish bit of villainy.’ 

He motioned towards the door with his arm, and 
the girl ran sobbing out into the night. I stepped to 
the door and looked after her. I could barely see her 
figure flying across the mill-bridge, and then it van- 


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ished in the darkness. The night had become dreary 
and dismal, such a sighing and sobbing seemed in the 
air, so unusually shrill a whistling and wailing. The 
sky had become cloudy, not a single little star gleamed 
down from above, and the branches of the old lindens 
were shaken and bent by the sudden gust. It had 
become a weird and fear-inspiring night, and yet I still 
stood there. When such a sudden storm rages there is a 
saying with us that a despairing human being has put 
an end to his own life, and, even if unknown, a prayer 
is offered for his poor soul ; so I folded my hands to 
repeat a short prayer, when all at once a sudden fear 

struck me. Heaven above ! what if Frances For 

the first instant I felt inclined to run after her, then 
I remained where I was, — for where should I search 
for her ? 

\ 

The miller began again his restless wandering up 
and down the room, and again the mother’s sobs could 
be heard, mingled with the consoling words of her son ; 
but where was Baron Fritz? Still at the bedside of 
the dead ? 

Ten o’clock struck over in the village ; then I 
heard footsteps descending the stairs, as slowly, as 
draggingly, as though it were an old man walking. I 
peered along the front hall, — there he stood by the 
balusters ; as pale as a ghost he looked ; the handsome, 
joyous countenance was scarcely to be recognized. He 
looked up once more, and then walked slowly towards 
the sitting-room door ; when he stood opposite it, he 
shuddered, turned hastily round, and, without noticing 
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poor broken-spirited man. It was the last time that I 
ever saw him ; he is said to have led a wild and reck- 
less life. What may have been the last outburst of 
a heart wrung by agonized grief! He never came to 
Derenberg again, and now he may have been dead this 
long while. May God give him rest ! 

“And silly Frances, too, disappeared; nobody knew 
where. Up at the castle and down in the village it is 
said that the young baron went off and away with her, 
and then at one time I too doubted his faithfulness. 
But after Lisette had been buried, towards evening I 
walked to the church-yard to the newly-made grave ; 
and while I was there weeping and arranging the 
wreaths sent to her by friends, Christian said to me, — 

“ ^ Look, Marie, there lies something white like a 
note over there,’ and so it was. A little stone had been 
placed on it so that it might not blow away, and when I 
unfolded it, I read in large, stiff-looking letters, ^ What 
they all say is not true ; he never took any notice of 
me. I do not know where he is, nor does he know 
where I am. Not one of you will ever see me again. 
Do not think too bad of me ! I only wore the gold 
heart around my neck because my lady told me to do 
it ; she said it w^ould only be a joke upon Lisette. 
Sanna was there, — ^you can ask her. May God forgive 
me I I did not intend doing anything so wicked. 

‘ Feances.’ 

“ Thus has she over there once acted in order not to 
admit rag-miller’s Lisette into her proud family, and, 
child,” — the old woman gently smoothed the hair of 


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the maiden at her feet, — you, our only one, let not you 
and us be the means of again presenting her an oppor- 
tunity to execute such a piece of villainy. She will do 
it, depend upon it ! She hates us here at the mill 
because her conscience pricks her on account of Lisette. 
Listen, my darling, even though I feel bitter sorrow 
for you, I can only tell you this one thing : bury what 
you have experienced this day.” 

cannot do it, Muhme,” interrupted the young 
girl, wearily, and yet with unmistakable determina- 
tion : and suddenly she arose and stood before the old 
woman with an air of decision. The story of Aunt 
Lisette is very sad, but I have given Army my promise 
to save him, and I must keep it. When I shall have 
told him the history of Aunt Lisette he will take 
warning. Have pity, Muhme, and do not contradict 
me !” she added, after a short pause, in an outburst of 
passion, while she sank down again at the feet of the 
speechless Muhme. We love each other so dearly, 
so dearly, — help us that we may be happy ! Tell it to 
father and mother down-stairs, and persuade them, 
won’t you? You will do it, you dear, dear Muhme, 
won’t you ?” And the maiden’s moist eyes looked so 
beseechingly up at Muhme, while the latter felt two 
soft hands firmly clasp hers. 

Father above !” the old woman said in her heart, 
“it cannot be helped; it is love as it ever was: ’twill 
never profit but by its own experience. And yet he 
does not love her ; it is not true ; if I only had the 
heart to tell her so! — and Frederick will never con- 
sent ” 


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Will you speak to father and mother, Muhme 
she whispered so sorrowfully, at the same time nestling 
close to her. 

Yes, my pet ! I already see it cannot be helped ; 
but try to sleep quietly to-night. To-morrow, to-mor- 
row 

JSTo, to-day, right now ! He is coming to-morrow,” 
she entreated. Father must think over during the 
night wdiat he will say to him. Please, please, 
Muhme!” 

You are right, my child ; better at once,” said the 
old woman, her voice sounding peculiarly constrained. 

Let me get up. I will go down-stairs ; do you sleep 
sweetly. To-morrow morning early you will know time 
enough what they say, my darling.” 

How could I sleep, Muhme !” cried she, springing 
up and placing her trembling little hands upon the old 
woman’s shoulder. 

The old woman did not reply : she hurriedly opened 
the door and went out. Lottie followed her into the 
fast-darkening hall and leaned over the baluster ; there 
she was descending the broad winding stairs, but oh, 
how slowly ! At other times the old feet could trip down 
so nimbly ; to-day they seemed reluctant to leave each 
step. Slowly — slowly, step by step she went; ordi- 
narily the stairs trembled beneath Muhme’s heavy tread, 
and her hand held firmly to the carved baluster. Now 
her figure vanished from Lottie’s sight ; the sound of 
her shuffling footsteps reached her ear, and now — now 
— that was the sitting-room door — now she was stand- 
ing before father and mother. 


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Can their voices be heard up here ? What will 
they say?’’ Thus she thought as she stood almost 
breathless leaning over the railing. Not a sound 
reached her ear. Once or twice she heard Dorta’s voice 
as she softly sang to herself, and the clatter of plates 
and dishes coming from the kitchen, then all was as 
quiet as before. 

But now That was father. I wonder is he 

angry? He spoke so loudly, — and now Muhme.” 
Lottie’s heart began to throb violently. She clasped 
both hands to her bosom. What if father were to 
refuse his consent? But that is impossible, wholly 
impossible. It is, indeed. Army who loves me.” 
Now a confusion of voices down-stairs. Now Muhme’s 
voice, — it sounded so pacifying, — and now her father 
again. Plainly she heard the words, and yet how con- 
fusedly the sound rang in her ear ! 

No, no, and a thousand times no, I say I And if 
all of you together went down on your knees before 
me, I alone know what I ought to do.” 

For a second or two the large blue eyes stared into 
vacancy ; then she rushed down -stairs, and the next 
moment was standing in the middle of the sitting- 
room. Her face first flushed a deep crimson and then 
became perfectly pale. Father !” she said, beseech- 
ingly. 

He stood still and looked at her. A little vein was 
swollen dark on his broad white forehead, — she knew 
it well, this indication of the highest excitement with 
him, — and his eyes fairly blazed at her. 

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stepped up to tlie maiden. Come, Lottie, go up- 
stairs,” she said. 

No, Muhme, let me be ! I want to know what 
father says.” 

What father says ?” the father’s voice was heard to 
ask. He says that you are a foolish little thing, who 
has been allowed too much will of her own and too 
much freedom; but the neglect shall be atoned for, 
depend upon it.” 

That means I am not to be Army’s wife, father ?” 

She suddenly stood close to him, looking at him 
firmly. 

No, my child, no ; for your own good. I will not 
suffer a child of mine to become the victim of a specu- 
lation.” 

Speculation ?” inquired Lottie, who had become as 
pale as death. do not know what you mean by 
that, father. You think, very likely, that Army does 
not love me. That is indeed possible ; but even if he 
does not love me as I love him, that will not be taken 
into consideration by me. I know that to him life 
will only be worth living for when he ” 

Has paid his debts, my child.” 

" Muhme !” Lottie, in the highest excitement, turned 
towards the old woman; Muhme, do you believe 
that of Army ? Oh, speak one word !” She said it so 
convincingly that the tears started in the old woman’s 
eyes. 

Come, come, my Lottie,” she whispered ; your 
father is angry and excited. To-morrow he will be 
more composed.” 


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No, no, Muhme; you must tell father what you 
think : he values your opinion so much.^^ 

The old woman was placed in the most painful 
dilemma. Tears flowed down her withered cheeks, 
while her hands clutched convulsively at the border of 
her apron. 

You believe it too, Muhme she almost screamed, 
and yet no tears stood in Lottie’s eyes. ‘^Father, I 
know it is not so. It is not possible, — no, it is not 
possible !” 

“ I comprehend your pain, Lottie,” said he, more 
calmly. ^^But how could you be so foolish as to 
believe in a suddenly awakened attachment? You are 
usually such a sensible, prudent little girl. See here. 
He has known you a long, long time, and yet preferred 
a stranger to you. He never had any idea of loving 
you, or of wanting to marry you. It was childish 
sports that once brought you together, nothing more ; 
and now, now, when he knows of no other escape, 
he remembers the little girl who possesses wealth, and 
desires her hand in order to rescue himself, and she is 
so silly as to mistake this for love. Must I appeal to 
your maidenly pride ?” 

She made no reply ; she stared at her father with an 
almost wild expression in her eyes. 

Nelly’s mother also has been such a victim, my 
child. Has she ever appeared enviable to you ? Must 
she not always have appeared exceedingly humbled be- 
side her husband, who regarded her only as a burden- 
some addition to her riches ? Because he did not love 
his wife he pursued a wild, extravagant course, and 


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when her dowry was all squandered, then he shot him- 
self. Isn’t that unspeakable misery ? Lottie, child, 
would you desire me to allow you to rush into such an 
abyss ?” 

Lottie unclasped her folded hands and took hold of 
the table near which she was standing. Her pale lips 
moved as though she would speak, but not a word 
passed them. The cups on the table rattled audibly 
with the violent trembling of the maiden. 

Lottie ! For heaven’s sake !” cried Muhme, throw- 
ing her arms around her. 

I thank you, father,” said Lottie, freeing herself. 

I — I will obey you.” She turned and walked slowly 
towards the door ; she still heard Muhme’s voice, and 
then the door closed after her. She tottered towards 
the stairw’^ay ; she was obliged to lean heavily on the 
railing, and finally, finally she reached her little room, 
and sank upon the lounge. 

Her father came up and patted her on the cheek, 
calling her his good, sensible child, who would once 
again be very happy. Muhme took a seat at her side 
and softly wept to herself, while now and then a kind 
word of comfort passed her lips. Lottie heard it all 
as from a distance ; only the one thought echoed plainly 
again and again in her heart : “ He does not love me ; 
lie does not want me, only my worldly possessions.” 

Was it really only a few hours since she had leaned 
her head on his breast and listened to the words that 
he whispered to her beneath the old linden ? Was it 
not an eternity, a long eternity, and did not a sea of 
sorrow and suffering lie between now and then ? 


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She clasped her hands to her breast and groaned 
aloud. Ah, her brief bliss, her short dream of love, — 
past, past forever ! The blood glowed in her cheeks as 
she thought of how confidently she had confessed to 
him how much she loved. It was utterly indifferent 
to him, could only be indifferent to him : he did not 
really want her love, he wanted her money only. 
Where was she to hide herself away so that no one 
might see her ? She closed her eyes and thought : 
if he should come now, and her father reject his suit, 
how would the handsome, proud face look at that mo- 
ment ? 

And then he would go,” she thought to herself. 
In imagination she sees him leave her father’s room 
and stride down the front hall, his tall figure proudly 
erect ; he will not turn towards her window, he will 
go, — ^go to be seen no more. To be seen no more, — 
hard, bitter words, words that cause unspeakable woe. 

Ah, Muhme !” she groaned in her anguish, while 
the old woman leaned over towards her. 

Cry it out, my pet, cry it out ! You will be all the 
better afterwnrds.” 

Oh, if it were only all over !” she whispered. 

The darkest hours even pass by when one can 
pray.” 

I cannot pray, Muhme, I cannot !” 

Night passed, and the day dawned on which he was 
to speak to her father. A peace almost unnatural rested 
on Lottie’s countenance, but her eyes were feverishly 
bright. She performed, as usual, her small duties in 
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own room. Mulime came up-stairs and began to chat 
pleasantly on indifferent subjects. She listened to it 
all and made replies, and then Muhme went about her 
housekeeping affairs again. The hand of the clock 
relentlessly advanced, and now indicated eleven o’clock. 
All at once a deep flush suffused her face : she had 
recognized his footstep in the lower hall, and now her 
father’s voice reached her ear. She made a motion as 
if intending to hasten to the door, then she directed her 
eyes upon her book. The leaves trembled in her hands 
as she placed the book on the table and leaned over it. 
Involuntarily she softly read, — 

“ Ah ! as thy life from mine so far away 
Must now he lived, hear my last wish to-day : — 
Never may’st thou, for ever-lost delight. 

In homesick longing pass the sleepless night.” 

“ ^ Ever-lost delight !’ ” she repeated, almost audibly. 

“ Alas I however long the hours may run. 

For thee and me they must he passed alone 1” 

Alone !” The book fell to the ground. Was it 
not wrong in her to allow him to go forth hopelessly 
into life ? 

She had it in her power to save him from need and 
shame. It was Army, her good old playmate, and now 
it is yet time ; all could yet be well ! 

She ran from the room to the stairway ; there she 
stood still. Ah, no,” she said. She forgot indeed ; he 
did not love her. Again she had to invoke her maid- 

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enly pride, which had vanished before the old ardent 
love. How long he remained with her father ! Hark : 
that was the opening of the door, — was it Army ? 

She leaned far over the balusters ; there he was, just 
then walking towards the front door. She saw his dark 
curly hair peeping out from beneath his cap : how per- 
fectly erect he walked ! Her heart beat with violent 
throbs ; the remembrance of yesterday, with all burn- 
ing passion, with all bliss, came over her ; and now, 
now he opens the door : if it closes again all will have 
passed forever, forever — hopelessly passed. 

Army she suddenly cried aloud, and rushed 
down-stairs; but just then the massive oaken door 
closed with a bang, and loud echoed the sound through 
the spacious hall. 

‘‘Army!^^ she repeated softly, stretching out her 
arms ; burning tears gushed from her eyes, and slowly 
she mounted the stairs to her own little room again. 
Hopelessly past! How desolate had the world be- 
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CHAPTER XY. 

The elder baroness sat by the fireside in her room, 
impatiently awaiting the appearance of her grandson. 
Three times had Sanna inquired for him of the ladies 
in the lower rooms of the castle, and each time she had 
been sent back to her mistress with the message that the 
lieutenant had not returned from his walk. 

Heaven defend us lamented the old lady, and 
approached the window ; what is to become of him, 
what is to become of us ? Here he is taking a walk, 
in all imaginable peace of mind, without giving a 
thought as to how he might prevent the collapse of 
the house of Derenberg ; not a drop of my blood, most 
assuredly, has Ifh in his veins. Orrihile 

The extensive park, in cold, silent, winter grandeur, 
lay stretched before her eyes : the mid-day sun glistened 
on the branches of the trees, and caused the snow- 
covered lawns to shine with dazzling light. Solitude 
and the stillness of death everywhere. Not a living 
being far or near. Naught but a pair of hungry little 
birds on the bare twigs. So, for years past, had it been 
thus lonely and forsaken about this ancient castle. She 
shuddered involuntarily. And why, in fact?’’ she 
asked herself ; she was indeed accustomed to live thus 
forgotten. Within the last few days she had thought so 
often of long past joyous times, and now she was to go 
on existing in this comfortless way, perhaps even more 


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miserable, if the Duke of E. would not fulfil her 

wishes. “ No, no, that would be impossible. Heavens ! 

if he should not She clinched her delicate hands. 

^^Oh, this snake, this Blanka!’^ she whispered, and 
her dark eyes glared threateningly. Her features did 
not brighten up when at this moment the red portiere 
was pushed aside, and Army entered the room. 

Have you really returned from your walk so soon?’’ 
she sarcastically inquired. 

I have not been taking a walk,” he replied, appar- 
ently composed; but the old lady, notwithstanding, had 
perceived the highly-excited tone of his voice ; she 
directed a scrutinizing glance upon him. 

Not ? Where were you then ? I have had you 
summoned three or four times. By all odds, a conver- 
sation between us would have been more necessary than 
anything you may have just had on hand. But it can- 
not be otherwise ; you possess your mother’s disposition, 
— ^you are lazy in the extreme.” 

On the contrary, grandmamma, I have just at- 
tempted to follow a piece of your advice. The whole 
experiment, alas! has failed.” He wiped his heated 
brow with his handkerchief, and dashed his cap upon 
the nearest table. 

^^How?” she asked; do not comprehend. A 
piece of my advice ?” 

Certainly ; I wanted to — I have just now tried to 

make a wealthy match, but as I said ” 

The baroness withdrew a step or two and stared at 
him. 

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I wondered this morning early that the idea had never 
struck you ; but, truly, I suppose nothing could be far- 
ther from your thoughts than a marriage between my- 
self and Lottie Erving/^ 

I do believe. Army, you are demented.” 

How so, then ? Heavens ! you yourself advised 
me to save myself by a wealthy marriage. She is rich 
enough, the little maid, and, according to your views, 
nothing else is needed.” 

Never will I consent to it!” cried the old lady, 
excitedly. Is it possible that you entertain such an 
idea ? This insufferable little thing your wife ? It is 
simply preposterous !” 

I have already told you that the experiment has not 
been successful,” said he, consolingly, as he tossed back 
his head and playfully twisted his black moustache. 

I have met with a refusal, grandmamma, a straight 
out and out refusal. I should like, however, to re- 
quest you now not to speak again of indolence.” A 
consciousness of having been deeply injured seemed to 
tremble in these words. 

A refusal ?” she asked, astonished and incredulous. 

A refusal did you say. Army ?” 

Yes, indeed. Mr. Erving informed me, first of all, 
that for his daughter he desired a man who loved her ; 
he did not wish to see her regarded as a burdensome 
addition to her money. That was plain speaking, 
wasn’t it ? I cannot be angry with the man for it. 
Never in my life did I seem so confoundedly miserable 
to myself as when I stood thus before him.” 

Shrugging her shoulders, his grandmother turned her 
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back to him. Ideal phrases,” said she. Scarcely 
one marriage in a thousand is made with any other 
object in view. I can only wonder that Mr. — Mr. 
Erving gave you such an answer. These tradespeople 
would willingly pay three times as much as your debts 
amount to could their daughters thereby be made 
baronesses. There must be something else at the back 
of it.” 

She took her seat in the arm-chair by the fire, and 
endeavored to look with indifference into the flames. 

^^You are right, grandmamma: there is something 
else at the back of it. I told her father, to be sure, 
that I would endeavor, honestly endeavor to esteem 
Lottie highly, to protect and to cherish her as much as 
lies in a man’s power, and that was no lie, but my 
honest intention.” 

Really ?” she asked, sarcastically. 

He flushed deeply. Really !” he replied. Or 
do you think, perhaps, I would allow the girl, who so 
confidently gives me her hand, to feel that my love is 
not given in return ? Above all, when such a true, 
childishly-pure heart as hers is given me ” 

‘^Pray where has such a knowledge of her heart 
been acquired?” 

“You forget, grandmamma, that we grew up to- 
gether, and that lately I have had opportunity enough 
to see her ; week after week in the autumn she nursed 
mamma — ” 

' “ Did you, perhaps, fall in love with the little sister 

of charity? Really, the Germans think a woman 
never more charming than when by the side of a sick- 


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bed or in the nursery. At any rate, for you the girl 
would be a striking contrast to Blanka.’^ 

The young man gloomily knit his brows. I beg 
you, grandmamma, drop that subject,’^ said he. It 
is entirely unnecessary to draw comparisons now, but 
we have drifted far from the current of our conversa- 
tion. You said there must be some especial reason why 
Lottie’s hand was refused to me. Well, this especial 
reason, — ^you will surely excuse my speaking in such 
plain terms, — this especial reason is the experience 
which those at the mill once had in a similar affair, a 
hard, bitter experience that for a long time wrapped 
the old house in gloom. I shall, moreover, endeavor 
to throw some light upon that affair.” 

The young officer had spoken loudly and distinctly, 
and his eyes rested unmoved on the proud face opposite 
him. It seemed to him that she became the slightest 
shade paler, but not a muscle changed. 

All the same, what reasons have induced the miller 
to repulse you ?” was the harsh reply. I am not ac- 
quainted with his family history, and any reason is 
agreeable to me, for my consent to this crack-brained 
project would never, now or hereafter, have been given.” 

Then I should have been obliged to marry without 
it,” said he, coolly. You understand that one does 
not trifle with such things. I have given the girl my 
word, she gave me her consent, and that is enough. It 
would only be different if she had refused herself. But 
I am convinced that, notwithstanding, I should have 
received her hand if that sad affair had not stood be- 
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to enter the house in which dwells their old enemy, — 
you, grandmamma/^ 

baroness sprang up hastily. Laugh- 
able,” she then said, and sank down again in her chair. 

These people have always been in the most eminent 
degree indifferent to me, until to-day ” 

All was quiet in the room for a short time. The old 
lady drew a long breath of relief, while the anxious 
expression which had come over her face during her 
- grandson’s last remarks disappeared, and she glanced 
over at him with a look almost cheerful. 

I wanted to speak to you. Army,” she said, finally. 

We must consult together. I have written to the 
duke, and am convinced that the money will be forth- 
coming. A part, however, I shall be obliged to with- 
hold for myself, the rest remains for you. It is to be 
hoped it will be sufficient to satisfy the most urgent 
creditors. But what then? And above all, what if 
the assistance should fail, contrary to all expectation ?” 

I have no faith in the duke’s readiness ; and even 
if so, ’twould be but a drop in the bucket. Nothing 
remains for me but America.” 

He felt himself suddenly seized by the shoulder, and 
his mother’s pale face leaned over him. Army !” 
she breathlessly asked, what are you saying? You 
would go away — away ?” 

He started, and then seized her hand; he would 
have pacified her, but the tear-stained, frightened eyes 
dwelt so searchingly upon his countenance. He let go 
her hand and turned away. 

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entrance/’ reprimanded the old lady ; but the former 
heard it not : her heart almost stood still at that ter- 
rible word — America. 

Mercy ! mercy ! is there no one to help us ? Army, 
I shall surely die if you go away !” she implored, ex- 
tending her clasped hands towards him. This is the 
last, the worst of all.” 

“ Do not cry, do not worry yourself, mamma !” said 
he, without looking at her. I, I will certainly 
stay ” 

“ No, no, I know what you are going to do,” she 
cried ; you are going oif secretly without saying good- 
by. I shall wake up some morning and find I have a 
son no more. Army, can you do that ? Can you go 
away where you know you will never see me again ?” 
The words were uttered in heart-rending tones. 

It would not indeed be forever,” said he, hesita- 
tingly. “ I should come back some time again ; we 
could write, and it ” 

The young man suddenly ran his hands through his 
hair with a violent gesture. Heavens!” cried he, 
beg you, mamma, do not by your complaining 
make the affair heavier for me than it is. Reflect a 
moment : I have debts innumerable, — that is one fact ; 
pay them I cannot, — that is another. I have tried 
in every possible way to find some expedient, — it was 
all in vain. At the new year affairs will come to a 
crisis ; the prison is certain to me — I can serve no 
longer — what else is left to me? Think you it is 
agreeable to me ?” He strode hastily from the room, 
banging the door after him. 

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For one moment his footsteps faltered, he thought 
he heard a scream from his mother; then as he walked 
on he drew a letter from the pocket of his uniform and 
broke the seal. It is a fact, now the dance begins,’^ 
he whispered, running his eye over the lines; he 
gloomily entered his room and threw himself upon the 
lounge before the fireplace. This morning early a ray 
of hope beamed once more upon him — Lottie. The 
words that yesterday evening, beneath the snow-cov- 
ered linden, were so softly whispered in his ear, had 
seemed like a messenger of peace after the late stormy 
weeks ; they were pure, simple words, springing from 
the heart of a happy, joyous maiden ; like the odor of 
violets seemed the sweet modest manner of his old 
playmate. That was real, genuine love! Genuine 
love ? No — that is scarcely to be found anywhere. 

She yielded too willingly to her father to-day, when 
he told her : You will be unhappy, — give him up !” 
But he could scarcely utter a reproach to her; her 
father would have said, He does not love you, he only 
loves your money.” That was enough, and then? 
What might the other affair be concerning grand- 
mamma ? 

Baron Fritz and Lisette ! Mr. Erving had referred 
to them this morning, when he mentioned the principal 
reasons for his refusal. Heaven only knows all that 
may have then transpired ; he had been so cautious in 
his expressions, but, bah! nothing can be changed 
now. How soon it will be said in his garrison, It 
is all over with Lieutenant von Derenberg, he has dis- 
apjieared: of course debts, foolish debts* it runs in 


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the family; his father likewise shot himself. Such 
events occur every day, — scarcely worth the trouble of 
talking about.” 

Thus he sat and brooded long. His mother! he 
should have been af ipport to her; yes, she would die 
if he went off. And Nelly, poor little thing, — if she 
should be left entirely alone then? He sprang up 
hastily and paced the floor; then stood still in the 
centre of the room, staring at the wall. There had 
hung the portrait of pretty Agnes Mechthilde, which 
he himself had brought down from the gallery because 
it resembled her so much ; he had taken it down from 
its place at the time when she broke her word to him, 
and thus it had leaned ever since with its face to the 
wall. 

He stepped towards the picture, raised it, and hung 
it in its place. The wonderful countenance again 
gazed at him so trustfully, so irresistibly bewitching 
from its deep sorrowful eyes, as he stood with folded 
arms before it and observed it for some time. This 
reddish, golden, luxuriant hair was to blame for his 
having become what he now was, through a foolish, 
ardent passion. An intense longing seemed to over- 
come him for a moment ; would she really have one 
glance of pity, if she knew to what it had come? He 
almost laughed outright. No, those cold, sparkling 
eyes were not capable of gleaming as mildly as these ; 
the portrait had no resemblance, none at all, except the 
hair. A bitter, scornful expression played about his 
mouth. ^^Are they without tricks,” he murmured, 
“ without tricks ? — Not one, not a solitary one I” 


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He did not notice that the door of his room was 
gently and slowly opened, that a maiden’s pale face 
with timid look peered in ; that a slender figure softly 
approached nearer and nearer to him. She stood still 
in the centre of the room ; her eyes gazed fixedly at the 
portrait of the golden-haired female which Army still 
continued to view ; she involuntarily made an attempt 
to escape, but too late — he turned round. 

Lottie !” he stammered, Lottie, you ?” She 

made no reply ; she only looked at him, oh, so sorrow- 
fully ! 

What do you wish, Lottie ?” said he ; are you look- 
ing for Nelly ? She — I do not Imow whether ” 

No,” she replied, I have come to you.” 

To me ?” he softly asked. 

Yes ; I — anxiety made me do it. Army ; your 

mother came to see us and said you wanted Oh, 

don’t go away, Army, don’t go away ! I cannot bear 
to think of it.” The last sentence she almost screamed ; 
she hid her glowing countenance in her hands. 

“ You beg me to stay, Lottie, and yet this morning 
you let me go ?” he asked, bitterly. 

Oh, when you went away. Army, I felt so much 
grieved, oh, so much! but much more, a thousand 
times more does it grieve me that you do not love me, 
that you only want me for ” 

Your father told you that, Lottie !” 

Yes ! And is it not true. Army ? And if I had 
still doubted — when a short while ago, your mother 
came to our house to get help from father, so that you 
need not go away, — then it must have been clear to 


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me, then I must have believed what my heart fought 
against with all its might.’^ 

She has begged on my account from your father 
he asked, loudly and violently, drawing nearer to her. 

This is too much.’’ 

“She loves you so much. Army; and indeed, she 

did not know that you lov that father ” she 

looked so beseechingly up at him. “ Don’t go away, 
Army, don’t go away !” 

Thus she stood before him, looking so charming 
yet so simple in the corn-flower-blue woollen dress, 
with her eyelashes lowered in maidenly confusion, her 
heart throbbing with anxiety for him, and excitement 
at the step which she had taken. One of her long 
plaits had become loQsened in her hasty run, and was 
hanging over her shoulder ; she did not notice it. She 
beseechingly extended towards him both her trembling 
hands, each one tightly clasped in the other, and he 
did not dare to seize them. 

Here was love personified in a most beautiful figure ; 
the full overpowering love of a woman’s heart, of 
which he had just now doubted !. 

“ Do not be proud. Army,” finally came from her 
lips, “for your mother’s sake — and for mine. I 
should be miserable my whole life long with the con- 
sciousness of not having saved you. We will be 
friends, good friends as before. Army.” 

A long pause followed ; he had averted his face, and 
with arms tightly folded gazed upon the floor. She 
glanced inquiringly towards him, and by degrees ^ 
deep blush suffused her face, while her hands gradu- 


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ally loosened, and one or two large drops glistened 
beneath the long lashes. A burning feeling of shame 
rose within her bosom ; she turned and went towards 
the door; there she heard footsteps without, hasty, 
well-known footsteps. Full of her anxiety, her eyes 
wandered round the room, and at last rested upon his; 
powerless, she stood still. Muhrae !” she whispered : 
she is coming to look for me.’^ 

But at the same moment Army approached her, and 
drew her protectingly towards him. Flurried and fear- 
ful, her head sank upon his shoulder. It seemed to 
her that the loud quick throbbing of her heart could 
be heard by all. Now the door opened, and she invol- 
untarily leaned more closely to him, expecting every 
moment to hear a well-known voice speak in angry 
and reproachful tones. But still there was silence. 
In the doorway stood the motionless figure of the old 
woman, with her eyes fixed in painful astonishment 
upon the scene before her. There in the large, dimly- 
lighted room, directly beneath the chandelier formed 
of stag-horns, there stood a young couple. He had 
thrown his arm around the slender figure; he held 
her closely pressed to his bosom, and looked gloomily 
over at the old woman, as though provoked at the 
intruder. There stood the two, the picture of perfect 
bliss. 

So then, after all there is no cure for love or death.” 
She had suspected it when Lottie left the house so 
suddenly. She had hurried after her, but who at sixty- 
five years of age can run with the speed of a young, 
light-footed creature? She had come too late! too 


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late ! The poor child had rushed with open arms into 
her destiny. 

Lottie !” she exclaimed, reproachfully. At the 
sound of her name the young girl glanced up, and 
freed herself from Army’s embrace. 

Ah, don’t scold,” she softly begged, stretching out 
her hand towards Muhme. ‘‘I could not help it, 
Muhme.” She made, at the same time, an attempt 
at a smile, but in vain. Tears forcibly gushed from 
her eyes ; she threw her arms almost passionately around 
the old woman’s neck, and between the sobs these 
words once more passed her lips, — I could not help 
it, Muhme, indeed I could not help it.” 


CHAPTER Xyi. 

The following day brought bad weather : it thawed, 
and the bright covering of snow suddenly disappeared. 
The bare, brown, and wet branches were extended in 
the gray atmosphere, and the wind rushed and roared ; 
the alders by the mill-lake were bent and bowed by the 
storm. 

An oppressive silence reigned in the mill ; the maids 
in the kitchen spoke softly to each other, and the coach- 
man, who had slipped in once or twice, made a very 
significant gesture. The miller’s voice from the sitting- 
room reached them here. The young baron was there. 
He had been there once yesterday, and ever since 


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Lottie had looked as pale as a ghost. There must 
be something wrong, — that was as clear as daylight. 
Muhme looked as sour as vinegar : and, to crown all, 
the master not more pleasant. Just then the sitting- 
room door slammed to, and Muhme stepped across the 
hall and up the stairs, as Dorta, who was peeping 
through the chinks of the door, noticed. 

“ Look out, Mena, our young lady has, in spite of 
all, gained her point,” she whispered ; Muhme is 
going to bring her down. Nay — in truth, why not ? 
He is a handsome man, and a man of rank, and they 
liked each other long ago, when as a cadet he came 
home on a furlough.” 

Again Peter made the significant gesture. Nay, 
well, well then !” thought he, “ if I were the mas- 
ter, I’d say no; on account of the old lady at the 
castle.” 

Pst !” whispered Dorta, she is really coming 
down-stairs; now they go into the sitting-room. Joho! 
a betrothal feast, — that will be fun.” 

The next moment, however, she was standing at the 
kitchen-table, with her plates and cups, for Mulime 
was coming towards the kitchen, and presently entered. 
Her faded countenance had a careworn expression, and 
her eyes looked as though she had been crying bitterly ; 
at least, so thought the two maids. She stood as if 
lost in thought, then she unclasped the bunch of keys 
from her apron and went into the pantry. 

Glasses, Dorta,” she ordered, as she came out with 
several bottles of wine, '^and put on a white apron 
when you carry them in.” 


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She placed the bottles on the kitchen-table, and once 
more passing her hand across her eyes went out. 

Mercy !’’ cried the girl, when she returned from 
the sitting-room, and set the empty waiter violently 
down on the t^ble. “ You call that a betrothal ? The 
whole party have as solemn faces as if they were at a 
funeral. The master is biting his lips to keep back the 
tears, the mistress is crying as she did when Miss Li- 
sette died, and so is Muhme. Baron Army is standing 
at our young lady’s side like a stick, exactly like a 
stick. I happened to look just as he pressed his mouth 
upon her hand, and he did it as if a real kiss did not 
belong to a betrothal. And our Lottie looks like — 
heaven help us if you call that a happy bride !’^ 

After about half an hour a youthful pair of lovers 
passed the threshold of the old house. At the window 
stood Muhme watching them, and beneath the linden a 
pale little face turned once more towards the window. 
There was none of that sweet beaming happiness in it ; 
none of that modest, budding joy of a young betrothed. 
A painful, bitter expression lay about her mouth, and 
her eyes from beneath their long lashes looked as 
though she were in the deepest grief. The lover had 
taken her arm and drawn it within his own, and thus 
they proceeded on their way. Neither of the two 
spoke a word. They reached the old linden-tree 
again. The young girl’s hand trembled slightly, while 
for a moment a deep blush flitted across her face. 

“ You are tired, Lottie? I am walking too quickly.’^ 
'^Oh, no; but I — I am afraid of your grand- 
mother.” 


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He bit his lip, but remained silent, for his own an- 
ticipations were by no means of the most agreeable 
nature. Pie knew his grandmother well enough to feel 
that she was capable of any rudeness. Farther and 
farther they walked until finally they turned into the 
linden avenue ; the wind howled through the long 
rows of trees, making the branches rustle and crash 
together ; the high portal, with its sandstone bears, 
appeared dark and gloomy. Lottie’s eyes involuntarily 
wandered over the door. 

‘^What does that mean?” she suddenly inquired, 
pointing to the coat of arms. 

Nunquam retrorsum. No going back,” he replied. 

And now they stood before the little tower-door. 
For an instant Lottie felt as though she would faint. 

Can I bear it if she wrongs me ?” she asked herself, 
and a nameless dread of the haughty grandmother 
arose suffocatingly in her bosom. It seemed to her 
that she must turn, that she must flee yet before it was 
too late. She felt herself so helpless, so without a pro- 
tector, for he — he did not love her. 

Lottie !” joyously cried a clear voice, and, bursting 
into tears, Nelly threw her arms around the young 
girl’s neck. Lottie ! sister Lottie !” 

She received passively her kisses. A transient 
gleam of sunshine seemed to steal over her counte- 
nance, for there in the doorway of the old familiar 
sitting-room two loving arms were extended towards 
her; they clasped her firmly and more firmly, while 
she heard a few words of love whispered in her ear. 

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delicate hand ; I will certainly be an obedient 
daughter to you forever and — and a true wife to 
Army.” The last words were spoken softly and 
almost inaudibly. 

Excuse me for a moment, Lottie : I will have our 
visit announced to grandmamma,” said Army. She 
nodded her head in answer, and he left the room, re- 
turning in silence almost immediately. 

Her heart throbbed violently ; she involuntarily 
clasped her hands, while her face flushed and grew 
pale by sudden turns. All at once, all that the proud 
old lady had caused her seemed written in letters of 
fire in her soul ; then a sweet picture presented itself 
to her mind, — great-aunt Lisette and an early grave 
over there in the church-yard. 

The baroness’s regrets ; she has a headache to- 
day, and is not able to receive any one,” said Sanaa’s 
voice, startling the young girl from her feverish train 
of thought. 

My request is that an hour be appointed for to- 
morrow when I may make a call with my betrothed.” 

It sounded apparently composed, and yet Army’s 
eyes glistened threateningly at the old servant, whose 
look of almost hatred was fixed upon his yoimg fiancee. 
The latter had involuntarily straightened herself, while 
Nelly kept hold of her hand and gently patted her 
cheek. 

“ Mamma,” began Army, taking a seat on the 
lounge next to Lottie, Mr. Erving requests an inter- 
view with you. You might come with Nelly this 
evening to the mill.” ^ 


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Certainly, Army, certainly ! I should have come 
at any rate to-day/^ 

The baroness cannot appoint any time positively, 
bnt would like to see the lieutenant for one moment 
this evening,’’ was the message that the old servant 
brought in return. 

I am sorry, Sanna, but this evening is not at my 
disposal, since we celebrate our engagement down at the 
mill, — do you hear, Sanna, down at the mill. I am 
still more sorry, Sanna, that the baroness has a head- 
ache, on which account we shall necessarily be denied 
the pleasure of her company ; as for the rest, we, the 
betrothed, send her our respects, and wish her a speedy 
recovery.” 

Sif signori almost hissed the old woman, and 
then vanished. 

All remained silent. Army paced to and fro in the 
room. His mother had drawn the young girl next to 
her .on the lounge, and held her hand firmly within her 
own. Ah, mercy, mercy ! it was indeed very hard. 
The consciousness of her situation overcame Lottie 
with powerful force. It seemed to her that she could 
not bear it any longer, that she must give way to her 
feelings. Yet she had not wished it different; she 
would never complain, she had promised. Yes, if he 
only loved her, then 

I must go home,” said she, rising. She felt op- 
pressed almost to suffocation. 

“ Why in such a hurry ?” asked Army. 

— I should like to take home the message that 
your mother and Nelly are coming,” she stammered. 


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He took up his cap. 

Oh, do stay here !’’ she anxiously begged. I can 
go alone very well ; come afterwards with your 
mother 

He shrugged his shoulders impatiently. Good-by, 
mamma, until I see you again. Good-by, Nelly he 
said, while Lottie, putting on her veil, extended her 
hand towards them with averted face. 

The storm continued to ^age, and once more they 
walked in silence side by side. 

You are too lightly wrapped up,’’ said Army, and 
took off his coat to throw around her shoulders. 

‘^No, I am not at all cold, — thank you, really.” 
He hung the coat over his arm and walked on by her 
side. 

The path is almost impassable,” he began, after a 
little while ; “ we must soon reach the place where the 
lake has somewhat overflowed its bank. Wait! here 
we are already. I should like to see if there isn’t a 
path through the thicket yonder.” 

She saw in the gray twilight his tall figure searching 
about on the other side of the road. 

It will not do ; the water is almost foot-deep on 
both sides ; I am going to carry you over.” 

No !” she cried, drawing back, never !” 

Why not?” 

Because I do not wish you to trouble yourself in 
the least on my account ; wet feet will not hurt me, — 
really not ; we shall be home directly.” 

He made no reply ; and the darkness concealed the 
rising flush on his countenance, but almost immedi- 
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ately she felt herself lifted up by a pair of strong arms 
and carried across. 

“ This is the only way to do,” said he, coolly and 
bitterly, as he placed her on firm ground again. A 
lady cannot possibly pass this place without assist- 
ance.” 

The rest of the way was pursued in science. When 
they entered the hall the eyes of the cufcous maids in 
tlie kitchen peeped out, while Muhme came to meet 
them. 

What a storm it is !” said she, cheerfully, opening 
the sitting-room door. 

Good-evening, Muhme,” said Army, endeavoring 
to take her hand, but the old woman quickly with- 
drew it. 

Walk right in, baron,” she quietly motioned ; 
“ Lottie will be in by and by. I have something to 
tell her first, and you will very likely have many 
things to talk over with Mr. Erving.” She led the 
young girl by the hand towards her own little room. 

“ We are to have some visitors, Muhme,” said the 
latter ; Peter is to* go with the carriage for Army’s 
mother and Nelly.” 

^^Good; I will give the order.” 

The old woman went out, and when she returned 
tlie flickering light of the lamp that she carried fell 
upon a tear-stained face which had been before con- 
cealed by the darkness. 

You have been crying, Muhme?” inquired Lottie, 
bending towards her. 

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I wanted to speak a few words to you this evening just 
because it is the day of your betrotlial/^ She placed 
the lamp on the table and approached the young girl. 

“ Lottie dear, I have always thought that this day 
when it came would be a more joyous one than it is, and 
that you would be a less pale-looking betrothed. It is 
of your own free will, child, and you say too that you 
are happy, and have implored on your knees the con- 
sent of your parents ; but me, Lottie, me you cannot 
deceive : I am quite sure I know the state of your 
poor little heart, and it causes me very heavy sorrow. 
I could die of heart-ache.’^ 

She turned away ; walked to the bureau and ar- 
ranged the cover, moving the boxes this way and that, 
all the while large tears flowing from her eyes down 
upon her withered old hands. Lottie still remained 
silently standing in the centre of the room. 

Your being so silent and so inanimate,” said the 
old woman, drying her eyes, ^^is what makes me so 
anxious; only speak, my darling! It will be easier 
for you afterwards.” 

^^Why should I speak, Muhme? I really have 
nothing that I would like to talk about,” she replied. 

“ Come to me, Lottie,” said Muhme ; promise me 
©ne thing. If he should ever forget what you have 
done for him, if he should ever be unkind to you and 
I am still living, child, then come to me. Then I will 
have a talk with him, and he would not make the at- 
tempt a second time.” 

Lottie merely smiled. ‘^Do not worry yourself, 
Muhme.” 


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And the old baroness, child, did you speak with 
her 

No, Muhme ; I believe she would not see me.” 

The old woman sprang up hurriedly, and for a mo- 
ment her good old face assumed an indescribably bitter 
expression ; she had a harsh speech at her tongue’s 
end, but a glance at the pale maiden before her silenced 
her. 

Merciful heaven !” she murmured only, and all 
that without love !” And again her eyes filled with 
tears. 

Just then the carriage rolled over the bridge, on its 
way to bring back the ladies from the castle ; at the 
same time the hall-door opened; loud speaking was 
heard, and then Dorta’s outcry of pity, — 

Oh, heavens ! oh, mercy !” 

That was old Thomas from the parsonage,” said 
Muhme, as she opened the door. True, there stood 
the stooping figure of the old man, the cap in his 
hand dripping with rain, while Dorta shouted up to 
Muhme, — 

Oh, just hear ! the pastor’s little Carl died a short 
while ago. Ah me, but I am so, so sorry !” 

Carl ?” asked Lottie, and suddenly stood at the side 
of the old messenger. Carl ?” 

Yes, miss, at six o’clock he fell asleep. Ah, Miss 
Lottie, the poor father and mother ! He was such a 
bright little fellow ; you cannot imagine the great dis- 
tress down there !” 

The young girl was still in her cloak and hat. With- 
out stopping to think, she ran to the front door. 


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“ Where are you going, child, in this weather 
I am going to the pastor’s, Muhme. Let me, — 
please do !” 

She was already out in the raging storm, trying to 
make progress against the wind. The old woman’s 
call rang out above the storm, and the branches of the 
willows by the rushing stream were bowed and bent in 
the wild conflict. A wagon came towards her, and she 
stepped aside to let it pass : then she walked more rap- 
idly on her way. This tempestuous weather seemed a 
relief to her ; it was indeed painful to sit alone with 
Army. Although to others it might appear a picture of 
perfect bliss, yet there was not the least happiness in it, 
for he did not love her : he wanted her for the sake of 
her money only. The feeling of cheerful sacrifice with 
which she had offered him her hand disappeared be- 
fore the humiliation that she had suffered. And what 
did he who had accepted the sacrifice do to lessen the 
mortification ? Was it, then, so difficult to be her dear 
companion ? 

How wildly the old lindens waved their branches, 
and how swiftly the clouds chased one another up 
there in the gloomy sky ! And down in the village, 
in the parsonage, tears were being shed, hot, bitter 
tears. Oh, happy is he who can weep ! But she did 
not wish, she really did not wish people to look at her 
so sympathetically, — her father, her mother, Muhme, 
even Dorta and Mena, — no, that would be terrible ; she 
could not bear it. 

Did she not hear hurried footsteps behind her? 
Yes; and now the call, Lottie ! Lottie !” She stood 


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still ; that was his voice. If she might only go to meet 
him now, and, leaning upon his arm, hear him say, 
I felt anxious about you, that is why I came.’’ But 
no, her father certainly had sent him ; or else, he would 
very likely have followed any one, for he would have 
allowed no lady to go out alone in such a storm as 
this. 

But, Lottie, I pray you,” she heard him say; how 
can you go out in such weather! Your father and 
mother are exceedingly worried about you. Here is a 
shawl from Muhme ; and stop a moment ; the wagon 
must be here directly, for I left word to have it sent 
after us without delay. Are you still the same indis- 
creet little Lottie, whose good heart is all aflame at the 
misfortune of every stranger?” he asked, throwing 
the shawl around her. 

She smiled bitterly. The pastor and his family 
are not strangers to me ; they seem almost to belong to 
us.” 

He answered nothing to her rebuke, and just then 
the wagon overtook them and stopped near by. 

May I accompany you,” he asked, helping her in, 
or do you prefer to ride alone ?” 

She would rather have agreed to the latter, but her 
glance fell upon him. He had his cloth coat on only, 
and no overcoat. 

I do not want you to take cold on my account,” 
she said ; please take a seat.” 

After a short drive the wagon stopped. Lottie de- 
scended alone and entered the parsonage ; it was dark 
in the hall and silent all around. She groped towards 


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the door of the sitting-room and knocked. It echoed 
almost ghostly, but no friendly Come in !’^ was heard. 
An indescribable fear took possession of her in the 
house* of death, but she courageously felt her way far- 
ther. Here were the stairs, and to the right, above, the 
study-door. She knocked gently; again no answer, 
but light shimmered through the crevices. She opened 
the door and peeped in : there sat the pastor at the 
table, his face buried in his hands, while before him lay 
an open Bible. 

Uncle Pastor ! Uncle Pastor cried she, sobbing 
aloud, and burying her head on his shoulder. 

Lottie, you dear child ! Yes, it has fallen heavily 
upon us,^^ said he, and patted her wet, brown curls. 

And you have come in all this storm ? How good 

of you. Isn’t it Our Carl, Lottie, our wild, 

handsome boy Oh, it is hard not to murmur 

against God. My poor Posina ! he was the pride of 
her heart.” 

^‘Ah, uncle, uncle!” she sobbed, in bitter grief, 
“ how hard and sad indeed this life is !” 

You should not have come, dear child,” he whis- 
pered close to the young girl’s ear, while the little lady, 
who with tear-stained eyes just entered the room, 
raised her head and kissed her. It excites you, and 
might make you sick.” 

Am I not to see Carl once more ? Please, aunt ?” 
said Lottie, still sobbing. 

And near by, in the next room, there lay a boy’s 
pale countenance on the snow-white pillow; softly she 
drew near and gazed upon the loved, well-known fea- 


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tures. How often had those little lips called ^^Aunt 
Lottie’^ after her ! How often had these large, laugh- 
ing eyes looked smiling at her, and now so still, so 
silent ! The mother again caressed the little face on 
the pillow, and the ^ther stood on the other side 
gazing at all that was left him of his proudest dream 
of the future. But Lottie’s tears ceased to flow, such a 
wonderful peace seemed to have descended upon the 
childish face before her. How sweet it must be to 
sleep so peacefully, with such a happy smile, and 
without having experienced the sorrows of life ! 

“ Don’t cry, aunt. He is sleeping so peacefully : he 
looks so happy.” Then she slowly turned to go. 

She stood still in the little room. Uncle,” said 
she, softly, placing her little hand on his arm, may I 
ask you a question in this hour ?” 

At any time, even now, my Lottie. Do I surmise 
aright when I say it concerns you and Army ? A bit 
of it reached my ears to-day.” 

Yes, uncle ; and I cannot go away without your 
telling me how I must act.” She took a seat on the 
small lounge. Father refuses his consent,” she con- 
tinued ; and Muhme says my marriage with Army 
will be my misfortune, uncle, because he does not care 
for me, but is only thinking of my money ; and then 
father appeals to my maidenly pride. At first I yielded 
to him. It was such a dreadful discovery to make, that 
I wanted to be proud too, uncle, but then — then Army’s 
mother came and grieved because he wished to go to 
America, and then something drove me there, and I 
begged him not to go away. I was almost crazy with 


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anxiety and grief. He should only regard me as a faith- 
ful comrade I told him, and because I entreated father 
so, he then consented. I went down on my knees, 
uncle. I should have died if Army had been obliged 
to go to America and I had not tried to save him. 
Army has no idea what an effort it has cost. And now 
I feel so unspeakably oppressed when I am near him ; 
with every step at his side my heart grows heavier and 
heavier, and my pride is aroused within me that I am 
betrothed to him, but yet unloved. Ah, uncle, I am 
so unhappy !” 

She burst into tears, and buried her head in the 
cushions of the sofa. 

Dear child,” said the reverend man, gently strok- 
ing her thick hair, while he took a seat next to her and 
clasped her hand, ‘^a little proverb from Rosina’s 
album comes to my mind. Her grandmother wrote it 
when she, although still a young girl, left her father’s 
house in order to gain her livelihood as a governess out 
in the wide world, — ^ If your feelings are contradictory, 
my beloved child, and vexation and injured vanity con- 
flict with the inclination towards forgiveness and love, 
then let love be triumphant, even appearing to be hum- 
bled for the sake of the prize. The most charming 
thing a woman is capable of doing is to love, always to 
love, although it cause her sorrow.’ Have patience, 
child,” he added, as the young girl looked at him with 
tearful eyes. ^^He has just passed through a bitter 
experience, and the knowledge of taking a step that in 
every way will not be considered en regie may have 
torture enough for him. He will overcome that, be 
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thankful to you for having saved him from disgrace 
and penury, and one day you will discover a spark of 
love for you in his heart, which fostered and cherished 
by meekness and forbearance and never-tiring friendli- 
ness, will in time to come blaze into a bright flame. 
But have a care that you do not smother this first spark 
with too much sensibility ; treat him as you would an 
invalid child.’^ 

Lottie had arisen. Thank you, uncle,” she said, 
softly ; and you will reassure my parents and Muhme 
that I can yet be happy, won’t you ? I will be cordial 
towards Army, and careful, and will control my sen- 
sitiveness. Ah, if only father would not be angry with 
Army and me ! He is so gloomy and sad.” 

It is difficult, child, for him to drive away appre- 
hension. You are his only daughter, and you are enter- 
ing into quite another sphere and under very strange 
circumstances. Utter no reproaches when he wrinkles 
his forehead, or Muhme either. The old woman loves 
you so. They will both look happy again when they 
see you contented at Army’s side, and that lies in your 
hands, — ^you love him, and, you know, love endures all, 
it bears all, and hopes all ” 

“That is the right word, uncle,” she said, with 
brightened eyes, extending her hand towards him ; “ I 
will prove it now’. Good-by, uncle! I am coming 

again to-morrow, and Ah, dear, dear uncle, Carl 

has been spared so much sorrow 1” 

Army was standing by the carriage without ; he as- 
sisted her in and then seated himself by her side. 
Again they silently drove off into the night. 


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said she, suddenly, placing her hand on 
his shoulder, “was I really silent and unfriendly? 
Forgive me, — I have just come from the house of 
death ’’ 

He took her hand in his and turned towards her. 

“I have a favor to ask,’^she continued, before he 
had time to reply. “ You know it was with a very, 
very heavy heart that my father gave his consent 
to our engagement. Forgive him. Army ! I am his 
only child indeed, — help me to dispel the cloud on 
his brow. Act as if you really loved me, and let him 
believe that you are happy. I will too, — I really am,^^ 
she softly added. 

He made no reply. 

“ Will you, Army?’^ she asked, hesitatingly. 

The carriage w«as already rolling over the mill-bridge 
and past the factory ; it drove by the bare lindens and 
stopped before the house-door. Army kept his head 
turned and gazed out at the windows. Dorta, with the 
lantern, came from the house and opened the carriage- 
door ; he sprang out and offered Lottie his hand to de- 
scend ; an expression of deepest feeling rested upon his 
countenance, kle was to act as if he loved her ! And 
if he were to say to her now, “ My heart truly throbs 
with warm affection for you, sweet girl with soul so 
pure ; I feel an air of peace when near to thee, that 
cools with gentle breath the wounds of a restless, un- 
happy passion,” would she believe it? Here lay the 
secret, — he had lost her confidence. 

He glanced up at her, — he would have answered 
her, what ? At the moment he knew not what to say. 


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In the flickering light a charming little head leaned 
from the carriage ; the small fur cap sat somewhat on 
the side of the rich brown locks ; the delicate face was 
still red from weeping, yet a modest little smile played 
about the rosy mouth, revealing two charming dimples. 
Her eyes looked so beseechingly into his for an answer, 
that he drew back almost confounded. Where indeed 
had he ever seen such eyes ? They gazed at him as 
sorrowfully as if searching for a lost happiness. He 
clasped her almost passionately to himself, and looked 
deep into the saddened eyes that became more and 
more beaming. 

The carriage drove ofP, and Dorta ran out of the 
storm into the sheltering hall ; it was dark around the 
young people without ; again he essayed to speak, but 
again his lips closed. She still would not believe 
you,’’ he said to himself. 

And she did not venture to ask him again, when he 
slowly let fall her hands. He will not tell a lie,” 
she thought, and passed over the old threshold ; he 
will not promise what he cannot keep, — he does not 
really love me.” And the light in the beaming eyes 
died out again as she clasped both hands to her heart. 

Ah, he does not love me !” 


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CHAPTER Xyil. 

you say, Henry, my grandmother saw the 
two together ?” 

Frances confided it to me, lieutenant, the evening 
before she disappeared.” 

The young officer was sitting in one of the large 
arm-chairs in his room, and looked searchingly and 
with intense interest over at the old man, who was 
standing in a respectful attitude not far from him, and 
in whose features a slight embarrassment was discern- 
ible. Army had had him summoned at a late hour ; 
he wished to know what motives influenced his grand- 
mother, and in what the hatred was rooted, which to- 
day again was manifest towards his betrothed in the 
most contemptible treatment ; he wanted to hear from 
impartial lips to what the intimations concerning his 
future father-in-law alluded. He had finally hit upon 
the plan of trying to find it out from Henry, and the 
old man, at his questions, somewhat embarrassed in- 
deed, began falteringly to relate about Baron Fritz, 
who had been so devoted to pretty Lisette down at the 
mill. 

^^At that time,” proceeded the old man, Baron 
Fritz came riding home so joyously one evening; I 
took his overcoat off for him, for it was cold, and then 
unlocked the little tower-room and lighted the fire on 
the hearth and ” 


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LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


The little tower-room exclaimed the young man, 
hastily, interrupting the narrator. 

Yes, of course, lieutenant. Baron Fritz always 
slept there, and I know why : from there he could 
have a view of the windows of his beloved. Well, 
then, I lighted the fire, brought him a bottle of Ma- 
deira, and helped him to change his clothes. And then 
he inquired about everything that had happened, and 
whether his brother was at home again. I replied to 
all his questions, and told him that the master was ex- 
pected back in three days. Well, and then he asked 
what his mother was doing, and his sister-in-law, and 
so forth, all the while rummaging in the drawer of the 
writing-table, until finally he asked, quite anxiously, 
‘ Henry, did you put things in order here after I had 
left home so hurriedly V ‘ Yes, indeed, baron,’ said I. 
^ Did you not find a little gold heart ?’ ‘ No.’ And 

he went on searching, and I looked too, but it wasn’t 
to be found ; finally he gave up searching, but he looked 
very sad. ^ Do you know, Henry,’ said he then, ‘ that 
to me is a very great loss ; fifty dollars will I give to 
you if you produce that heart again.’ And then he took 
his hat and stick, for he always wore citizens’ dress 
whenever he was here, and said he intended taking a 
walk in the park before paying his respects to the ladies. 
I knew very well where he was going. 

My head was now full of the fifty dollars, lieuten- 
ant, and so I began again to search and to search, but 
’twas no good ; and then I took the light and went into 
the adjoining bed-chamber, and while I was in there it 
seemed to me that I heard the door of the other room 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL, 


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opened as softly, as gently as possible, and when I 
hastened again into the sitting-room, I started back, 
for there stood Sanna with a terrified look on her face. 

You must know, lieutenant, that I have now be- 
come old and have more self-control, but at that time I 
could not abide this haggard individual, with her cold 
gray eyes, black hair, and yellow complexion ; she 
always was a deceitful creature, and for that reason I 
flew at her, and in the name of three devils asked her 
what she had to seek in here. ‘ My lady wishes to 
know,’ said she, ' when Baron Fritz returned T She 
always called me Enrico then, for she was proud of 
her Italian origin. ^ Where is the baron ?’ she inquired 
once again. ^ Go to the devil !’ I yelled at her, ^ and 
don’t be spying about ! I don’t know where he is.’ 
And with that I would have thrust her out. ^ Hark !’ 
said she, and when I obeyed we heard the bell down in 
the village tolling for some one dead. She began cross- 
ing herself and saying an Ave Maria, but I pushed her 
out all the same, saying, ^ You can do all that outside, 
do you understand ?’ And then she turned round at 
the door and said, ^Do you know, Enrico, who is 
dead ? It is rag-miller’s Lisette.’ 

Kag-miller’s Lisette ! I was so frightened that I 
trembled. Merciful heavens ! what will Baron Fritz 
say ? was my first thought. He started ofi* so joyous, 
so happy, to meet her — and to find her dead, the charm- 
ing creature ! Whether you look at rag-miller’s Lottie 
or her great-aunt, — I should say, rather, the baron’s 
beloved, — it is just the same; Lottie is the very image 
of her. While I was still standing there a storm burst 


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over us, bending the trees and rushing and roaring 
around thesQ old walls. And still Baron F ritz did not 
come. Meantime the storm grew worse and worse, and 
it just seemed as if a hurricane raged round the tower; 
however hard I pressed my face against the window 
and strained my eyes, not an object could be distin- 
guished in the darkness. The castle clock had already 
struck ten, and still he had not returned. Sir, it was a 
frightful night ! All at once the door flew open, and 
when I turned, my terrified eyes beheld Baron Fritz. 
He was standing in the centre of the room, and at his 
feet, pale and writhing, lay silly Frances, with hands 
upraised in entreaty to him. 

^ Bequest my sister-in-law, Henry,’ said he, in a 
hollow voice, ^ to trouble herself to come here for one 
moment.’ 

“I rushed to the door, lieutenant; I knew some- 
thing dreadful had happened when I saw the crouching 
figure of the girl; and when I burst open the door, 
there stood the baroness — ^your grandmother — outside, 
about to come in. She recoiled when she saw her 
brother-in-law; for one moment her limbs trembled 
as with a terrible fright, and she hurriedly concealed 
something in the pocket of her dress, but then she 
entered the room, to all appearances very composed. 

Lieutenant, a ^handsomer woman than she there 
surely never was, as she thus stood there in a long 
white wrapper, her black locks loosely flying, and with 
her large dark eyes. An angel of innocence she looked 
in contrast to the poor moaning creature on the floor. 

caro amico, what is the meaning of this?’ 


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she exclaimed to the baron, and pointed as if astonished 
towards Frances. 

^ Come in !’ he harshly replied. ^ Go, Henry, and 
close the door.^ Hot until then had he turned his face 
towards me. Sir, I was at that time a strong, wild, 
young fellow, but I trembled, such was his look. His 
eyes seemed sunken, his mouth twitched as though he 
were frightfully angry, and his glowing, youthful coun- 
tenance looked old and broken with a grief that almost 
crazed him. Never while I live shall I forget that 
look and the dread that took possession of me when 
I closed the door after the baroness ; my teeth chat- 
tered with excitement, and I stood spell-bound in the 
corridor. Sanna, too, stole there, and so we two lis- 
tened, scarcely daring to breathe. At first what was 
spoken within was unintelligible, only the soft voice of 
the baroness, interrupted by sobs from Frances, could 
be heard ; but then the baron’s deep tones distinctly 
reached our ears outside. A murderess he called the 
baroness, and cursed her and his whole house. I stood 
dumfounded and rigid, and then the door suddenly 
flew open, and the baroness rushed out and flew like a 
hunted deer down the long corridor and down the 
stairs. Terrible did she look, and down there, as if 
seeking a support, she wildly threw her arms around 
the pillar and sank senseless to the ground. I still can 
see it all before me : the white crouching figure, and 
how Sanna followed her shrieking, and then bore her 
away in her arms. Almost at the same moment Frances 
was thrust out, and the baron stood in the doorway. 
* My horse !’ he ordered, in a harsh voice ; and when I 


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hurried down, Frances, with both hands before her face, 
was just about running from the hall into the night 
and the raging storm. I led the baron’s horse round 
to him ; he swung himself up, with his pale, distorted 
face. The poor animal, it reared wildly, so firmly had 
he clasped the spurs into its sides. Then he tore off 
so madly that I thought there would surely be some 
misfortune. And then he suddenly came back. I 
was still standing in the wind and rain on the bottom 
step of the stairs, listening to the tramp of the horse 
coming nearer and nearer. He threw me a gold piece. 

^ Listen, Henry,’ said he : Mo you go to my dear 
old mother and tell her good-by from me. She will 
never see me again.’ The last words I scarcely under- 
stood. Whether the storm drowned them indeed, or 
whether his voice was broken by weeping, I know 
not. He gave me his hand, sir, and then he was off, 
and has never come back since. 

Frances, however, I saw once more. Beneath the 
old trees over there near the lawn she crouched upon 
her knees, and when she saw him riding off in the 
darkness of such a dismal night, she gave such a 
frightful shriek that I ran over to her. And there, 
sir, I found a poor unhappy creature, who in her 
grief and remorse wished she might die. I saw that 
she was not so bad, and I comforted her in her 
sorrow. Well, then it was she told me that Baron 
Fritz and pretty Lisette were to have been separated, 
and that Lisette died because she had been made to 
believe that he was untrue, and that is all that I 
know.” 


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263 


You say, Henry, that my grandmother really ” 

The young man’s voice sounded constrained. 

Oh, sir, it is not becoming in me to believe any- 
thing evil of my mistress. I have indeed no proof 
that Baron Fritz had any just cause to utter that dread- 
ful curse, but this I really do know, that he and the 
baroness had not been on good terms for a long time, 

because Well, he had once meddled in her affairs. 

Then, too, she was wofully proud; on no account 
would she have recognized rag-miller’s Lisette as 
her sister-in-law, and therefore, lieutenant, don’t be 
offended. I can truly say I have seen you lying here 
in your cradle, have seen you grow up here, — do not 
take it amiss in me, — Miss Lottie ” 

Is my betrothed, Henry.” 

Sir, I know it ; and when I saw you two I re- 
joiced ; for little had I thought ever to have cause for 
rejoicing again.- Ah, sir, cherish your loved one and 
never lose sight of her. Anxiety for such a young 
creature here in this castle forces itself upon me. For- 
give me, baron ; it has almost broken my heart to tell 
you this ; she bears so much resemblance to Lisette, 
especially the eyes, just as blue and deep and clear, and 
exactly the same expression in them. Such eyes one 
does not forget. God send them only tears of joy !” 

The old man’s voice was full of emotion, and the 
Good-night” as he now went out sounded indis- 
tinctly in Army’s ear ; he paid no attention to it, — even 
now before his mind arose those blue childish eyes, but 
so sorrowful, so timid, and unspeakably sad, as he saw 
them to-day. 


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The same eyes,” he repeated, half aloud, the 
same expression !” but he looked towards the portrait 
of pretty Agnes Mechthilde. The candle was burnt to 
its socket; it flickered uncertainly now and then on 
the luxuriant red hair, vanishing by degrees in the 
faint light, on a pair of sad dark eyes set in a pale 
countenance, gazing at him with an expression df 
deepest melancholy. Those were the eyes that rose 
before him as he descended from the carriage, as they 
returned from the pastor’s — the eyes of pretty Agnes 
Mechthilde. 


CHAPTEE XVIII. 

On the following morning Army went to the mill ; 
his father-in-law in prospective had desired an inter- 
view with him. He did not see Lottie, for Muhme, 
who came from the kitchen and opened the door of 
the miller’s room for him, in answer to his question, 
replied that she was still asleep, that a little rest is 
necessary and does good when one has cried the whole 
night through. 

A deep shadow rested upon his countenance as he 
entered the room; he had longed for the sight of 
Lottie’s face since yesterday evening, and the idea that 
she had wept the entire night made his heart heavy. 
He was obliged to wait a few moments, as Mr. Erving 
was over in his counting-house. His glance involun- 


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tarily ran over the room ; it was a charming apart- 
ment with its dark carpet, its green upholstered fur- 
niture and curtains. A portrait was standing on the 
massive writing-table ; it was a photograph of Lottie 
taken in her childhood ; the lovely little face looked 
so artless and roguish. He took up the picture to ex- 
amine it more closely, and still had it in his hand 
when Mr. Erving entered. 

A care-worn and troubled expression, such as it did 
not usually wear, lay upon the countenance of the 
stately old gentleman ; he certainly could not have 
slept last night. Beg pardon for keeping you wait- 
ing,^’ said he, at the same time extending his hand to 
the young man. Be seated, and let us proceed at once 
to our business. I will not speak any unnecessary 
words,’^ he then continued, and rolled a chair up to 
the table for himself. First of all, I think we will 
both ride to your garrison, in order to settle affairs 
there ; then you will hand in your resignation, — you 
must not blame me for desiring this so earnestly. She 
is my only child’’ — his voice trembled at these words — 
“ and I naturally wish to keep her near me, and under 
my surveillance.” 

Army made an acquiescent bow, but the blood rushed 
furiously to his cheeks. 

I desire nothing unreasonable,” proceeded the for- 
mer. You are aware that in earlier times my family 
acquired from yours, by purchase, a considerable por- 
tion of the surrounding property. Now, Lottie is our 
only child, and my wife and I have come to the con- 
clusion that it will be best for you to become again 
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what your fathers were, namely, master of Derenberg. 
This morning early I wrote to Hellwig how affairs 

stand, and appointed a meeting between us at S > 

principally for the purpose of ascertaining how much of 
the land of your family estate, which, moreover, is in 
no good hands, we can purchase again ; it is to be hoped 
Ave shall succeed in securing the greater part. For this 

I expect from you that you ” He suddenly paused, 

then he appoached the writing-table and searched 
about among some papers. 

I did not give my consent light-heartedly,” said he, 
turning towards the young man again, while his voice 
sounded soft and tender, for I feared that my daugh- 
ter Avould meet with much humiliation ; but she would 
not have it otherwise. I have really only known ^ou 
in your childhood, for as a young man you have not 
visited my house ; but the little knoAvledge I have of 
you is not exactly of the sort to induce me to place un- 
reserved confidence in you. Up to the present you 
have truly trodden in the footsteps of your grand- 
mother, who looks upon people of my rank as im- 
measurably inferior to hers : your forefathers, I knoAv, 
thought otherwise. I have now given you the best 
loved of all that we, my invalid wife and I, possess in 
the whole world, and therefore I demand of you that 
you cherish my child, that you hold her dear. I do 
not wish her to be treated by your grandmother like 
your unfortunate mother. I can exact this promise 
from you, and you are to give it to me now, and as 
soon as I see tears in my child’s eyes I make you 
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your power to shield my child from the haughtiness 
of that lady 

He extended his hand towards Army, who would far 
rather have thrown his arms around the old man’s neck. 
Dereuberg was to belong to him again ; his fairest 
dream come true! And yet, how indifferent it all 
seemed to him at this moment ! 

Lottie shall never have cause to regret that she 
rescued me from a gloomy future,” he replied, as his 
hand rested in that of Mr. Erving. shall know 
how to guard her in every way, even from my grand- 
mother. I must go at once to her.” 

Erving gave a quick, piercing glance at the face 
of the young man before him. The latter appeared 
composed, except that his eyes glistened with excite- 
ment. 

Ho not allow yourself to be carried away,” warned 
the elder man, placing his hand on Army’s shoulder. 

She is, and ever wdll be, the mother of your father, 
and the old are to be respected. I desire nothing more 
than that she does not grieve my child ; for the rest, 
she may act as she chooses. So then, peace. Army, do 
you hear ? She is very old.” 

It was the first time that he had addressed the young 
officer by his Christian name. The latter looked at 
him quite affected. This was the man with whom he 
had once in foolish pride said that he could not associ- 
ate ; and now he, this same man, was caring for him 
like a father ! To him he was now indebted for all, 
for his whole future. 

Go now. Army,” said he, as Army seized his hand 


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and speechlessly pressed it, ^^and this afternoon we 
start. Go, and, once more, moderation !” 

Army walked as in a dream. There, at the end of 
the linden avenue, towered the castle with its massive 
portal decorated with the coat of arms. For a moment 
his glance was fixed upon it : he seemed so mean, so 
contemptible to himself to-day. 

He held his head erect, and an expression of deter- 
mination lay on his face, as he now ascended the flight 
of stairs leading to his grandmother’s room. There 
Nelly came running to meet him, her eyes shining like 
sunbeams. 

How is Lottie, Army ?” she inquired, and, standing 
on one of the steps, threw both arms around his neck. 
He looked into her smiling countenance. 

“ Do you want to do me a favor, little one he 
asked, and smoothed back the curls from her forehead. 
She nodded eagerly. 

Then go to her — yes ? But soon, at once, and tell 
her I send her greeting, and that she is not to cry any 
more ; that I particularly request it. Do you hear ?” 
He^ hastily loosened her hands and turned away. As 
he read a surprised, inquiring expression in her face, 
he called back, “ Only go soon ! and stay a little while 
with her ! I must speak to grandmamma now.” 

Sanna just then glided by him. Her greeting was 
somewhat pert. 

“ Can I see grandmamma now ?” he asked. 

I have already been twice in your room, baron,” 
she replied. ^‘Your grandmother is waiting impa- 
tiently.” 


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He passed rapidly by her and entered the room. The 
old lady was sitting in her accustomed seat by the fire- 
side; she gave a swift nod of her head, and pointed 
to a chair. You have kept me waiting a long time,” 
said she. 

had an important interview with my future 
father-in-law,” he replied, taking a seat. He was 
so kind as to communicate to me the plans for our 
future.” 

Then the experiment is successful after all ?” she 
asked, using his own words. Well, at any rate, you 
have not yet exchanged rings, therefore we can still 
talk about it.” He made a gesture of impatience. 
^^You will allow me to say a few words to you?” she 
asked. 

Army bowed slightly, and suddenly fixed his gaze 
upon a sheet of paper which his grandmother held in 
her slender fingers; he recognized the stiff cream-colored 
paper, and all at once the blood rushed tumultuously 
to his throbbing heart. 

First,” began the old lady, taking a second sheet 
from the little table standing near her, here is a very 
lovely epistle from the duke ; he wishes to become ac- 
quainted with your circumstances, and promises me to 
interest himself in every possible way in your behalf. 
It is a promise the importance of which it is hoped you 
understand how to appreciate ; your position as officer 
is secured, your career undoubted.” She looked at him 
searchingly. ^^My advice is this: that you end this 
ridiculous farce down there at the mill, and depart at 
once for S .” 


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Grandmamma,” he replied, quietly, you cannot 
possibly be in earnest.” 

I am, — assuredly!” she protested. ^^You have 
rushed with full sail into a most obscure relationship, 
and I should like to rescue you from it to one more 
compatible with our rank.” 

More compatible with our rank ?” he asked ; 

hardly : the connections I am about to form are the 
best that there are.” 

Perhaps as partner of your father-in-law, — rag- 
miller number two I Eh ?” 

Please, grandmamma, let us break off. I will 
never take back my word, even if your proposition 
could entice me ; but still less now, since to withdraw 
would cause me the deepest grief.” 

Then I leave the house !” she cried, excitedly, ^^and 
that, too, before your wife sets foot within it !” 

It would make me feel very sorry, grandmamma. 
You could, by a little kindness, compensate so much. 
Of course, if you ” 

’Twill be better that I go, you mean ?” she asked. 

Good, Army ; I will then. Look at this, here is an 
opportunity.” 

She held the cream-tinted letter before his eyes ; he 
recognized the dainty penmanship of his faithless be- 
trothed, and involuntarily started. Blanka ?” he 
asked in hollow tones, “ she writes to you ?” 

Do you know what she writes to me ? She requests 
me to accompany her on a trip to Italy, because the 
colonel is prevented from going on account of his du- 
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of writing, with its flattering phrases, into her face, but 
under these circumstances there is no other outlet ; I 
shall accept her offer.” 

You would — you could do that ? You could go 
to her who has deceived me, grandmamma ?” inquired 
the young man, trying to take her hand. 

There is nothing else left for me. I do not relish 
association with those people down there. I do not 
wish it, and I will not do it,” she declared. 

Then it will certainly be better for you to go,” said 
he, gently, as he turned away. 

This, then, is the thanks for all my love ! This is 
the fulfilment of all the hopes that I had built upon 
you !” she burst forth. “ Incredible ! When I think 
of you on the stool in your father-in-law’s counting- 
room,” she breathlessly continued, writing and keeping 
books, you who have the prospect of a splendid career 
before you, thus to dash it aside ” 

I must have been satisfied if my father-in-law had 
assigned me the writing-stool, but he has done better 
by me. Lottie brings to me as her dowry our old 
family estate ; I shall be master of Derenberg again.” 
He had spoken deliberately, and emphasized every 
word. 

She turned round with a start; her large eyes 
stared at him as though she did not believe his 
words. Dearly enough bought !” she replied. 

How so ?” 

“ Because you will be chained forever to a wife whom 
those of your standing will look upon with contempt, 
and whom, after all, you do not, and never will love I” 


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Who tells you that ?” he asked, while a slight smile 
played about his mouth ; could the latter be so utterly 
impossible? I should think you knew the contrary 
from experience. Only remember great-uncle Fritz 
who disappeared, and pretty Lisette.” 

The old lady did not reply ; she set herself back in 
her chair with vehemence, and her fingers crumpled 
Blanka’s letter ; but her face had become pale, as pale 
as the lace on her cap. 

My brother-in-law never thought of marrying the 
girl,’^ she finally said. I must take his part there ; it 
was a love-affair, such as cavaliers indulged in by the 
dozen. The knowledge of that story ought to have 
prevented you from entertaining the nonsensical idea of • 
making a girl from that house your-wife.^^ 

Oh, not at all. On the contrary, if anything could 
strengthen me in my determination, it is this : that I 
thereby make compensation for what senseless pride 
and ignoble vengeance perpetrated.’^ 

These mysterious intimations are entirely incom- 
prehensible to me,” said she, interrupting him, and 
raising herself erect ; the brother of your grandfather 
was a person who had no control over himself, who led 
an extravagant, frivolous life. Whatever became of 
him God only knows ! He was a hypocrite who knew 
how to conceal his frivolous inclinations beneath the 
mask of an honest, respectable exterior; I am sorry 
that you allow a legend, in which this moralizing 
officer and that Lisette played the r6le of saint, to take 
such hold upon you. But precisely because once such 
relations existed between us and those down there, re- 


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lations which — thank heaven! — were broken asunder 
by a higher insight, I repeat to you, I shall never, 
never recognize that girl as your wife, never, never ex- 
tend my hand to her ; and if you persist in your de- 
termination — good, then I go — I now know where.” 
She held Blanka’s letter aloft. And although it will 
be hard for me to take this step towards her who de- 
ceived you, I still prefer it to the prospect of living in 
the same house with one whom I could never receive 
as ray equal.” 

Her lips trembled and her eyes glistened with anger. 

Then I suppose you must go, grandmamma. I am 
sorry that it happens so, but you would have the fullest 
right to say I am not a man, I am a weak dreamer 
who gave up in despair at the first stroke of ill luck, 
should I alter my determination. I cannot, as a man 
of honor ; I do not wish to, because I can see before me 
a future full of happiness, which it will be my own 
fault if I do not secure.” 

You even bid me go?” asked the old lady, breath- 
lessly. 

No, grandmamma ; far, far rather would I have 
you continue to live on in my house ; but as you compel 
me to make my choice, you or she, I can only say 
from my very soul, ^ my betrothed 1’ ” 

He had spoken loudly, and the words had an honest, 
joyous ring in them. 

Good,” she replied ; I go. And were you to fall 
on your knees before me, and all of you together 
wringing your hands, beseech me to remain, still I 
would go. It is shameful; it is unheard of!” She 


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jerked the bell-rope with trembling haste, and began 
drawing out the different divisions of the writing-table ; 
letters, papers, and little boxes flew out in a confused 
medley. 

My trunk,’’ was the command to Sanna, who an- 
swered the bell. Pack up your own things, too ! AVe 
are going.” 

At this instant a small glittering object flew across 
the carpet .and lay at Army’s feet ; he picked it 
up and examined it, — it was a little golden heart 
scratched and tarnished, and with the letters L. E. en- 
graved on it. He stared fixedly at it for some time ; 
he could not possibly utter a word, he merely stepped 
towards his grandmother and held it up before her. 
She fastened her eyes upon it, then she suddenly grasped 
tightly the edge of the table ; the flush vanished from 
her cheeks and a faint pallor overspread her counte- 
nance. Not a sound broke the stillness, only the little 
figures on the table shook, so heavily did the trem- 
bling figure of the baroness lean upon it. 

“I have no right to utter reproaches,” said he, 
finally, and withdrew the hand that held the little 
trinket; ^^you are the mother of my father, and — it 
would also be useless. But I shall endeavor twofold 
to compensate, by my tenderness towards my betrothed, 
for the wrong that was once done to an innocent, loving 
heart. God grant I may succeed !” He turned to go out. 

But Sanna stepped in his way. AVhat have you to 
do with my mistress ?” she exclaimed. I took the gold 
trinket from Baron Fritz ; I alone did it ; my lady 
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her of her home, of the only place where she can lay 
her head !” The old servant had crouched upon the 
floor, and stretched out her hands beseechingly towards 
him; a tear glistened in her cold gray eye. 

‘‘ I am not sending your mistress away,’^ said Army, 
moved by the fidelity of the severe old creature. “ On 
the contrary, I ’’ 

“ Stand tip commanded the baroness, excitedly, 
and do what I order you. Not a word more : I am 
going to-day 

Misericordia!^^ sobbed the old woman in her an- 
guish, as she grasped the folds of her lady’s black 
dress. I must indeed go too. Signora Eleanora ! 
I shall die without you !” 

He looked painfully over at the commanding figure 
standing in the centre of the room, with head proudly 
thrown back. Sharply and malignantly the black eyes 
looked at him, as though a strange beggar whom she 
would turn away stood before her. He had always 
loved her so, admired her so, his beautiful grand- 
mother ; even now, though the halo with which his 
heart had once surrounded her had vanished, even now 
love remained the victor. He forgot her imperious- 
ness, her severity: he saw only the proud, imposing 
w^oman who had once treated him with idolizing ten- 
derness. 

Grandmamma,” he entreated, drawing a step or 
two nearer, let all that has happened be forgotten. I 
ofier you my hand. Nothing here shall remind you of 
the past ” 

Go !” she said, briefly, making a farewell gesture 


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with her hand in her proud yet gracious manner. 

Go ! I wish to be alone ; I still have much to put 
in order.” 

He approached her. Farewell!” said he, ^^and 
if home-sickness ever impels you, then come. You 
will 

Adieu 1” she interrupted, and withdrew the hand he 
was about to kiss. “ You have chosen.” She turned 
her back upon him. 

Oh, the curse, the curse ! Oh, mio dio .'” sobbed old 
Sanna, still kneeling on the floor and wringing her 
hands. 

^^Fool!” he heard his grandmother exclaim; then 
the door closed between them. 


CHAPTER XIX. 

The last day of the old year ! Has it not some- 
thing wofully sad about it ? It is the farewell voice, 
the anxious reflection on the past, and these questions 
that fill the human heart : What has the old year done 
for us, how much has it taken from us, and what will 
the new one bring ? Joy or sorrow, fortune or bitter 
loss ? 

There is a time in which such questions are not 
asked, a time in which one believes the future must 
become brighter with each succeeding day, when the 
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tudes, and where one awaits in blissful impatience the 
bursting of the full buds, that he may intoxicate him- 
self in the fairy-like gorgeousness of the full-blown 
flowers ; but time passes on, and bud after bud falls 
withered upon the earth ; a few only bloom trembling 
and alone : they too disturbed by the rude blast that 
touched their sisters. And he who has seen such blos- 
soms fall stands with a sorrowful, questioning heart at 
the portal of the new year, and, with hands anxiously 
clasped, involuntarily asks. What will the future bring 
to me? Will the buds of our hopes wither or bloom? 
It is sad when young hearts are forced to put this ques- 
tion, when a frost in spring destroys all this sunny 
promise of splendor. 

It was four o’clock in the afternoon when restlessness 
drove Lottie towards the castle. Army and her father 
had been gone four days already, and yet she had re- 
ceived no news from him. And to-day was Sylvester, 
a day that usually brought loved visitors to the house, — 
but to-day ? Her father not at home, her mother so 
silent, Muhme sad, and the pastor and his wife in deep 
sorrow for their darling. And she? 

Again she walked up the avenue to the castle ; she 
must know whether his mother or Nelly, perhaps, had 
heard from him. Her father’s letter had been so brief ; 
everything was found much more confused than he had 
thought, he wrote, and when he was coming back was 
still uncertain, — not a word for her concerning Army. 

She must hear something of him to-day. While 
walking on she peered through the bare branches of 
the trees, up the avenue to the front entrance, which 
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jast tlien became visible. Heavy gray clouds obscured 
the sky, and an unpleasantly warm air was wafted 
towards her. In the gray atmosphere the old castle 
appeared almost weirdly gloomy, so lonely, so forsaken ; 
it looked, as Muhme called it, a true nest of misfortune. 
How many years had passed and gone over these ancient 
roofs, and how many yet were to come and go, and what 
would they bring? What one has once lost never 
comes back again ; and she, she had lost infinitely 
much : she had lost the wonderful spring-time of love. 
Of all the gorgeous blossoms, only the thorns that 
pierced her wounded heart remained ; no sweet happi- 
ness at the side of a loved husband, only a life of strict 
self-sacrifice, only painful smiles, but no love for her. 
And therefore no letter. 

What, then, was he to write to her ? She remembered 
having seen her mother, with happy smiles, open a little 
package of letters that lay carefully guarded in a small 
casket. “ Letters from your father,” she had said, at 
the young girFs question, written at the time when 
we were engaged.” What bliss lighted up the eyes of 
her mother at this moment ! Lottie clasped her hands 
together and walked rapidly on. 

She now left the avenue and directed her steps 
across the open square ; a carriage was standing before 
the side-door. A carriage, — how came a carriage 

here? Could Army ? But no, then her father 

would have come too.” 

She shook her head as she walked around the drive. 
It was a dilapidated old concern : a conveyance from 
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She entered the castle, but stopped suddenly in the 
corridor : she thought she heard voices and the sound 
of footsteps. It had already grown dark in the arched 
passage-way, only on the broad stairs leading above a 
faint light fell through the window of the stair-landing 
in communication with the large hall ; again she walked 
hesitatingly farther. 

^‘You have not really wished it otherwise,’’ she 
heard the somewhat harsh voice of the elder baroness 
saying. think tears are now entirely superflu- 
ous, Cornelia.” At the same instant Lottie detected 
the rustling of dresses and light footsteps; the elder 
baroness just then appeared on the topmost step, 
turning half round towards her daughter-in-law and 
Nelly. She was attired in what had certainly once 
been a costly velvet cloak, and her haughty coun- 
tenance glanced as immovably as usual from beneath 
a black lace shawl which she had wrapped about her 
head. 

•^^It is anxiety on your account, mamma, in this 
storm,” said the younger baroness; ^^and you are so 
unaccustomed to the inconveniences of travelling.” 

Travelling? She intended travelling? For one mo- 
ment a cheerful feeling of joy arose in Lottie’s heart. 

The necessary consequence of your manner of act- 
ing, Cornelia,” was the reply ; therefore do not worry 

yourself. I am not so frail that I ” 

It has come too suddenly, mamma, too suddenly.” 
Too suddenly ? I have counted the moments with 
impatience; I would rather have started ofl* at the 
same hour.” 


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is unspeakably hard for me to see you part 
without an understanding/’ 

I say that I have sought the most for an under- 
standing, but they were not willing to understand me. 
Think you it is easy for me to go ? As miserable as 
the time has been that I have spent here, I feel un- 
speakably sad in this moment. But to remain upon 
the conditions which the future Lord of Derenberg 
puts before me, remain to lead a life which he offers 
me, and for this prize sacrifice my principles to his not 
at all aristocratic ideas, — never ! I still belong to the 
old school : noblesse oblige 

She is going on account of me,” whispered Lottie. 
I think Army started off in the firm expectation 
of finding you here still, mamma,” pleaded the daugh- 
ter-in-law. 

The old lady suddenly laughed outright. Dio mio .'” 
cried she, he knows very well that he will not find me 
here, and it is well ; I will never see him again. He re- 
fused an offer that opened to him a brilliant career ” 

I know,” interrupted her daughter-in-law : the 
duke ^ 

^^Not another word!” interposed the elder bar- 
oness ; she descended the whole flight of stairs. 

Best easy, baroness 1” then said a faltering voice, 
and Lottie, emerging from the shadowy light, bowed 
towards her. Stay : it is not yet too late j I really 
did not know that any way to his deliverance had been 
opened. If such is the case then — then I give Army 
back his freedom, I ” She became silent and me- 

chanically grasped hold of the stair-railing. The figure 


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of the old lady before her started back affrighted ; but 
Nelly with one bound was at the side of her brother’s 
betrothed, and had seized her hand. 

What are you saying, Lottie ?” she asked ; what 
would you do ?” 

You should have considered that earlier, my child,” 
sharply replied the old lady ; “ now your better sense 
comes too late.” 

I wanted to help him, to save him,” answered 
Lottie, but never have I wished to stand in the way 
of his happiness. Oh, it is certainly not too late yet, 
baroness !” she cried, beseechingly, as the old lady, with 
the inimitable toss of her head, strode past her. Stay 
until he comes, gracious lady ; tell him he has no obli- 
gations towards me ! I myself set him free, that he 
may somewhere else seek the happiness which, after 
all, I cannot give him. He does not love me. Oh, 
stay, stay !” 

The old lady did not shake off the trembling little 
hands that had seized hold of her velvet cloak ; she 
stood as if bewitched, looking at the pretty countenance, 
that, in the dim weird light of the fading winter day, 
gazed with an expression so disturbed up at her. The 
features of the haughty lady did not change; not a 
trace of compassion for the. anxious child spoke in her 
black eyes ; not a word passed her lips ; she allowed 
her to drain the bitter cup to its dregs. 

Then a rapid, well-known step was heard in the hall, 
and there in the shadowy passage appeared the slender 
figure of a man. The young girl looked towards the 
baroness with dry, bunding eyes. He came after all ? 

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She was still to see him here ? Must this hour be made 
still harder for her ? As though she wished to see noth- 
ing more, that she might remain firm, she clasped both 
hands before her face. 

What is going on here ?’’ Army asked, in an ex- 
cited voice. My Lottie crying 

His Lottie ! How unspeakably these words grieved 
her ! If she were only away from here, thousands of 
miles away, to escape this torture ! 

She is more reasonable than you,” replied the old 
lady; “once again you are free to reconsider the matter, 
for she has withdrawn already ” 

“Because you have made it plausible?” he asked, 
gloomily. 

“ No, Army,” interrupted his mother ; “ Lottie acci- 
dentally heard that grandmamma ” 

“ What have you heard, Lottie?” he asked, putting 
his arm around her and leaning towards her. How 
tender his voice seemed all at once ! 

She did not answer, but the tears gushed from her 
eyes and rolled down her slender fingers, still held 
before her face. She did not see how anxiously he 
watched her; she only felt intense anguish at the 
thought that she must after all leave him, that even a 
life without love by his side was a paradise in com- 
parison to the void staring before her if she renounced 
' "*m. 

“ Lottie,” he said, “ you could really be so — so reason- 
able as grandmamma just now affirmed ?” 

She nodded. “Yes, yes!” she sobbed, summoning 
all her self-control. “ I really did not know that the 


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duke was willing to help you, otherwise — ah, other- 
wise I should never have come here to — I believed — 
I, I alone could rescue you.” 

And that you could, too,” said he, softly ; you 
alone can do it : no one else in the whole wide world.” 

He removed her hands from before her face and 
gazed into her tearful eyes. 

Lottie, if you knew how much anxiety I have felt 
about you ” 

She shook her head. 

“ Two sorrowful blue eyes continually hover before 
me,” he continued, ^^and the sad, long past story of 
two just such blue eyes that closed forever in sorrow 
and heart-ache. I was seized with fright when I 
thought of it, and my anxiety, my suspicion was not 
groundless indeed; a little more and I should have 
been too late, — shouldn’t m 

‘^No, no. Army; it is^mpassion in }p)u. You do 
not know what you are throwing away, — a brilliant 
life, a fine career. Let me go ! It is not yet too late,” 
she pleaded anxiously. 

You foolish child, I know very well what I resign, 
but I know too what I gain by it, — the best, the noblest, 
the purest in the world.” 

Silence reigned in the old arched corridor, silence 
and darkness. Below, a carriage just then rattled away 
o '/er the stone pavement. The last day of the old yed*^ 
is at an end : what will the new one bring ? 


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CHAPTEK XX. 

The earth stood clad in the full splendor of spring. 
The first young green decked the trees and shrubs ; the 
narcissus and elder were in bloom in Erving’s garden, 
and the rosy-laden branches of the Pyrus japonica 
drooped heavily beneath the rich treasure of blossoms. 
In the park, however, the mild wind gently moved the 
young leaves on the linden-trees, and kissed each little 
blade of grass on the broad green grass-plots, as though 
it would tell of new joy and new life. And new joy 
and new life the fountain too foretold, gushing crystal 
clear from the old sandstone basin to descend again in 
sparkling showers. The portial, as in years gone by, 
stood open, its massive doors thrown back, as if con- 
scious that in a few weeks the happy lord of the castle 
would lead his blushing bride over the threshold of his 
paternal home. The green carpet of moss had van- 
ished from the steps, and the two old bears looked 
wonderfully bold out of the immense green wreaths of 
oak-leaves that a dainty hand had placed upon their 
noble heads. 

The long rows of castle windows were opened wide ; 
only a few were obscured by heavy curtains. This 
room did not need the spring sunshine, for its inmate 
was missing : she had gone, really gone. Not an eye- 
lash trembled, not a muscle moved in her proud coun- 
tenance, as on that Sylvester evening she entered the 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


285 


forlorn carriage that bore her away from the place that 
had been her home for years and years. Cold and 
indifferent had been the kiss imprinted on the foreheads 
of her daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and when 
at the last moment she perceived that her grandson had 
secured for himself not only a brilliant but a happy 
future, she closed her dazzled eyes, and, clinching her 
delicate hands, passed through the portal, while Sanna 
leaned sobbing from the carriage. Past ! past ! What 
will the coming year bring to her ? 

And now the young lord was expected back every 
day. He had, until taking possession of the estate, 
been to the residence of a friend in order, without loss 
of time, to make him the confidant of his altered posi- 
tion. . Up-stairs in the little old tower-room Nelly was 
standing with old Henry ; both round windows were 
flung wide open ; with happy smiles she glanced over 
the park, and finally her look rested upon the many 
windows glittering in the sunlight down at the mill, 
lying as if buried in all the magnificence of spring 
verdure. 

“ Look, Henry !” she cried, now I know why my 
brother wrote for us to have this little room in order 
for him.” 

Oh, yes, there is a very pretty view from here,” 
said the old man, with a very significant smile on his 
wrinkled countenance. The baron will never want 
to go away again when he once gets in here.” 

It is so wonderfully pretty here too !” cried Nelly, 
looking around the little room. How cosey ! And 
the view !” 


286 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


For the hundredth time Henry rearranged the 
two old-fashioned chairs standing by the little oval 
table. ^^And now we have only to put the oak- 
garlands on the outside of the door, my young lady. 
Then he may come. Then all will be finished out 
and out. I had not thought indeed that I should live 
to see this,” he concluded, and cheerily shook his gray 
Lead. Wonderful things in this world, young lady, 
wonderful indeed.” 

Everything at the mill went on apparently in the 
same old routine, except that the mistress of the house 
had been missing for many weeks. She had taken a 
trip to Italy with the head-inspectoFs invalid Bertha, 
but it was said she would soon return well and strong. 

Muhme, however, worried herself about her darling ; 
to her mind she was entirely too silent a betrothed. For 
half a day at a time the maiden would sit gazing before 
her, thinking and dreaming. Best of all she liked to sit 
alone in her own little room, and she allowed Muhme 
to trouble herself with the heavy bale of linen, which 
she had produced from the old chest, and which was to 
be cut up and prepared for sewing. It is all indif- 
ferent to her,” she murmured sadly to herself, as her 
eye ran over this important treasure of every house- 
hold. She takes no interest in her outfit ; the poor 
child, she is missing so much. She does not really 
know what it is to have a lover love with all his 
heart.” But every evening since that Sylvester she 
had clasped her hands in a prayer of thanks that the 
old baroness was gone. 

And once again an evening in the month of May, 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


287 


fragrant and bathed in the silvery light of the moon, 
descended upon earth ; and again the old woman, 
buried in thought, sat with folded hands at the window 
of her little room. The water rushed along with its 
same old melody, mingled with the monotonous tick- 
tack of the ancient timepiece and the songs of the girLs 
from the garden below. 

Where is Lottie, then Muhme softly asked to 
herself. ^^Had he written when he was coming?’^ 
She rose and tripped out of the room ; the moonbeams 
flitted across her good old face and snow-white cap. 

Lottie,’^ she called in at the sitting-room. No answer. 
She walked back again along the dark hall and up the 
stairs. She certainly is not crying she thought. 
She peeped into the maiden’s familiar little room, — not 
a sign of her whom she sought. Shaking her head, 
she withdrew and involuntarily directed her steps to- 
wards another door ; softly she opened it ; the moon- 
light filled the little chamber with a white glimmering 
brightness, and in, this silvery light there stood motion- 
less^the slender figure of the maiden gazing out of the 
window. As if spell-bound the old woman stood still, 
looking at the lovely well-known image ; was it, then, 
still the time of youth ? Was it Lisette standing there 
again ? 

He is coming !” joyously exclaimed a sweet voice ; 
he is coming ! I have seen the light.” And Lottie 
glided liglitly and gracefully by the old woman, and 
vanished like a beautiful spirit. 

Surely there glittered a light over in the little tower- 
room. The old woman supported herself by the little 


288 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


table near the window ; the dreams of her youth were 
once more aroused. “ Merciful heaven she softly 
said, clasping her hands, am I then dreaming, am I 
dreaming 

Then a nameless something compelled her to go 
down-stairs. She left the house with hesitating foot- 
steps ; the intoxicating odor of blossoms from the 
garden was wafted towards her; as once in far, far 
distant youthful times, she wandered farther on ; the 
nightingales sang so sweetly, and from the other side 
of the road was heard in trembling tones the monoto- 
nous concert of frogs. She stepped on the gravel walk 
in front of the arbor, — surely there was whispering 
within. Softly she glided towards it and bent back the 
boughs, — there they were sitting together on the bench ; 
her arm was thrown around his neck and her face 
buried on his breast, and again and again he kissed her 
brown hair, calling her by the tenderest, most endear- 
ing names. Now she raised her face, and in the bright 
moonbeams which fell upon it the old woman saw two 
large blue eyes that, with an expression of the pdrest 
happiness, gazed into the face bent over her. 

Muhme cautiously let the branches fall back again, 
— she had seen enough. Softly, softly she .glided along 
the walk, every now and then wiping her eyes with the 
corner of her apron. Deep darkness lay beneath the 
linden-tree before the house-door ; she sat down on her 
sandstone seat, and with folded hands gazed towards 
the garden, while her quivering lips murmured a prayer 
of thankfulness ; what she had scarcely dared to hope 
had come true. The sound of a maiden’s clear voice. 


LOTTIE OF THE MILL. 


289 


full of the melody of spring, came from across the 
water; a white dress shimmered in the moonlight; 
nearer and nearer came the song, and every word dis- 
tinctly reached the old woman’s ear ; 

“ Love, like the spring, comes stealing on, 

With magic charm to (<over 
Each thorny, dark, and withered bush 
With blushing roses over. 

“ And as he sings his lovely song 
The heart in bliss reposes. 

That said but now : No May for me * 

Can bring again the roses.” 

“ Lottie ! Army !” she called loudly in the silent 
garden, as she stood beneath* the linden-trees, where 
are you ?” 

No answer, — only the nightingales continued singing. 

Let them alone, Nelly,” said a voice at her side, 
while a hand drew her down towards the seat ; let 
them enjoy the May. There were indeed many, many 
storms before the roses could bloom.” 

And the moonbeams quivered on the tops of the 
trees ; the water rushed along, and “ God preserve to 
them the roses and the May !” once more whispered the 
old woman, the roses and the May !” 


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